Ahhhh
Niggas hate cause they don't know Yah
Cause they have no love up in Dem heart
Niggas hate cause they ignore His commandments
So we kill, steal, gossip and slander
Our fellow man, our brothers, our mothers
Cock the hatch back and blow your mind to the gutter
Thoughts wicked continually getting
Drunk off ego plotting on the next victim
All just to keep the income coming baby
Don't holler if it ain't about a dollar baby
Forget Mercy and all that compassion
No forgiveness cause revenge is master
When you impoverished and bummy
Even when you accumulate the money
So tell me what's the equilibrium
Cold is the world and we're all in it shivering
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
In the last days they say men love would grow cold
Look around as the evil unfolds
Lovers of money, lovers of our selves
Lovers of pleasure screwing each other in the tail
For a bill with president's, emperor's
Prime ministers oh how we sinister
All day earning profits off of sinner stuff
Hookers slinging oral favors just to get a buck
Your mom would slit your nuts just to get a cut
Burry ya bare bottom without a tuxt
Even religious leaders be corrupt
If preachers be robbing nigga who the can you trust
Al Sharpton, Oprah Winfrey
What Jessie Jackson or some television reverend
Man you better send your prayers up to heaven son
Cause I don't foresee it getting any better huh
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
Cone through Versace shades new
Tell me why facials be getting screwed up
And clean clothes make people be cruel to ya
And jealously make friends act peculiar
Where's the love tell me is it hiding
Why is mankind's mind filled with violence
Have we surrendered to Lucifer
If so I suggest we shoot him up
Lucifer son of the Morning
Yah gonna chase you off this Earth
Ya know Taheem ah go take em to church
And leave wicked man in de flames of dirt
Follow me
Young Snoop 86 the cursing
They call me B.I.G. the clean version
I'm Taheem I'm destined to be great
And if you ain't t no babe bro niggas hate
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
And over the littlest things they do
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
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Ahhhh
Niggas hate cause they don't know Yah
Cause they have no love up in Dem heart
Niggas hate cause they ignore His commandments
So we kill, steal, gossip and slander
Our fellow man, our brothers, our mothers
Cock the hatch back and blow your mind to the gutter
Thoughts wicked continually getting
Drunk off ego plotting on the next victim
All just to keep the income coming baby
Don't holler if it ain't about a dollar baby
Forget Mercy and all that compassion
No forgiveness cause revenge is master
When you impoverished and bummy
Even when you accumulate the money
So tell me what's the equilibrium
Cold is the world and we're all in it shivering
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
In the last days they say men love would grow cold
Look around as the evil unfolds
Lovers of money, lovers of our selves
Lovers of pleasure screwing each other in the tail
For a bill with president's, emperor's
Prime ministers oh how we sinister
All day earning profits off of sinner stuff
Hookers slinging oral favors just to get a buck
Your mom would slit your nuts just to get a cut
Burry ya bare bottom without a tuxt
Even religious leaders be corrupt
If preachers be robbing nigga who the can you trust
Al Sharpton, Oprah Winfrey
What Jessie Jackson or some television reverend
Man you better send your prayers up to heaven son
Cause I don't foresee it getting any better huh
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
Cone through Versace shades new
Tell me why facials be getting screwed up
And clean clothes make people be cruel to ya
And jealously make friends act peculiar
Where's the love tell me is it hiding
Why is mankind's mind filled with violence
Have we surrendered to Lucifer
If so I suggest we shoot him up
Lucifer son of the Morning
Yah gonna chase you off this Earth
Ya know Taheem ah go take em to church
And leave wicked man in de flames of dirt
Follow me
Young Snoop 86 the cursing
They call me B.I.G. the clean version
I'm Taheem I'm destined to be great
And if you ain't t no babe bro niggas hate
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
And over the littlest things they do
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
Niggas hate cause they don't know Yah
Cause they have no love up in Dem heart
Niggas hate cause they ignore His commandments
So we kill, steal, gossip and slander
Our fellow man, our brothers, our mothers
Cock the hatch back and blow your mind to the gutter
Thoughts wicked continually getting
Drunk off ego plotting on the next victim
All just to keep the income coming baby
Don't holler if it ain't about a dollar baby
Forget Mercy and all that compassion
No forgiveness cause revenge is master
When you impoverished and bummy
Even when you accumulate the money
So tell me what's the equilibrium
Cold is the world and we're all in it shivering
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
In the last days they say men love would grow cold
Look around as the evil unfolds
Lovers of money, lovers of our selves
Lovers of pleasure screwing each other in the tail
For a bill with president's, emperor's
Prime ministers oh how we sinister
All day earning profits off of sinner stuff
Hookers slinging oral favors just to get a buck
Your mom would slit your nuts just to get a cut
Burry ya bare bottom without a tuxt
Even religious leaders be corrupt
If preachers be robbing nigga who the can you trust
Al Sharpton, Oprah Winfrey
What Jessie Jackson or some television reverend
Man you better send your prayers up to heaven son
Cause I don't foresee it getting any better huh
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
Cone through Versace shades new
Tell me why facials be getting screwed up
And clean clothes make people be cruel to ya
And jealously make friends act peculiar
Where's the love tell me is it hiding
Why is mankind's mind filled with violence
Have we surrendered to Lucifer
If so I suggest we shoot him up
Lucifer son of the Morning
Yah gonna chase you off this Earth
Ya know Taheem ah go take em to church
And leave wicked man in de flames of dirt
Follow me
Young Snoop 86 the cursing
They call me B.I.G. the clean version
I'm Taheem I'm destined to be great
And if you ain't t no babe bro niggas hate
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
And over the littlest things they do
Haters, haters don't hate me no more
Writer: Taheem Ransom
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