Hate It Or Love It

Lyrics

[Intro: Pusha T] R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G [Verse 1: Ab-Liva] I make it vivid for the tourists, goin' through my storage Two four Montgomery was hot like porridge Circa '89 when that coke money flourished I had peach fuzz and a snub nosed Taurus And my Eddie Bauer warrage, heart full of courage My past was sordid or should I say lurid Molded after legends My cousins Ahmad, 'Ham, Hak, and Shawn Rich said Neg, even 21st and norris Buttons and ice kept it nourished The pea green Jag like a forest Dug shoes'll crinkle, hustle every one of them My homina face was all 19th n Cumberland Regime came tumblin' JBM fell cats mumblin' It's never been the same with the jugglin' But 'Ham kept it crumblin' Ahmad passed the streets numbin' us My brother Has knocked niggas fumblin' Shock told my nigga Ty gone, the heat pummeled him Hak got shot, now he's gone, the streets humblin' Anwar got life, my youngest brother 23 years Seven years, we ain't stumblin', we grumblin' [Verse 2: Pusha T] I was copping from E and em' E was coppin from K and em' K died Poo came home, he started placin em' Poo died and I can't tell you who was replacin' him Cause he's still livin' and I ain't tryna catch no case with him Winter we did the numbers South Beach we did the summers Fresh outfit with no Cris, them hoes'll mock you fronters Never amongst us, might Prada them pumps up But don't switch numbers cause who we really want could want us Hometown bitches made us spring for them tickets Cause in them same homes we was cooking them pigeons, see Business was me and T, ended up T and T She was fuckin' Thurman all the while he was robbin' me That was my man, woulda gave a nigga grams Wanted to ask why but I never had the chance Never got the answer, Thurman he died of cancer I look up at the heavens and tell him 'You still my man cuz" [Chorus: Pusha T] Hate it or love it the underdog's bout to pop And we gon' shine nigga until our heart stop Nigga envy we, it's the R-E-U-P And we ain't goin' nowhere so you should get to know me [Verse 3: Sandman] (Yeah, Cannon!) Thanking God I'm alive Getting high while I ride, 45 on my side Nothing stopping my drive, as you can see I survive I been planted the seeds, now they releasing the vines I just keep on my grind, heat on my mind, heat on my hip Eagle the iron, eager to grip, easy to flip False straight that, take that 'Cause you a bitch, you gon' snitch Get the letters like sig tat Pat, Vanna White, Vanna Snipes No rockin' mics, makin' tapes, my tan and white My paradise? Vegas nights and Paris mornings Shoppin' abroad, hop in them broads, boppin' and bonin' But y'all wanna see me off, see me starve, see me lost, see a hologram Rap great, flip weight, move a hollow gram I keep it G'd up, feet up, pussy, Re-Up [Verse 4: Malice] Y'all niggas can hate it or love it I ain't done shit 'cept try and raise y'all above it Did my part and helped VA get discovered And I can't get a thank you or think nothin' of it Look here kinfolk, I'll listen to your demo But do yourself a favor; don't run up to my window (pow!) The repercussions are tenfold So unforgiving and oh so sinful My forte involve kitchen utensils My come up got niggas so resentful All the while eluding Tubbs and Crocket Out the game unscathed, never the name on the docket It's only logic I'm only 'bout a profit In that two seater so while y'all bout to cop it I'm already leanin' with the crib for them two kids that give life meanin' [Chorus: Pusha T] Hate it or love it the underdog's bout to pop And we gon' shine nigga until our heart stop Nigga envy we, it's the R-E-U-P And we ain't goin' nowhere so you should get to know me [Verse 5: Pharrell Williams] You niggas smoke holy grass, but there's no peace pipes Word on the street that it's gonna be close tonight Can't get the guns in the club, we got a host of knifes Thinking to myself, damn, is this appropri-ite? Look at the nigga that used to stare at skater's posters life Still I spit the shit that my niggas know me like All the Vicky's Secret Prada standard ho freak dykes And fuck and leave cause they know they don't hold me right Look at my life, houses, and great car choices Ferraris, Rolls Royces and all kinds of Porsches With the wide body kit, I'm on that god body shit I call it Power U 'cause color, that's the side of it I know the devil wanna come through and provide my fix I pray the holy ghost coast through and guide me quick I know 'em niggas stomach pains and the shit they facing Cause I disrupt routine and shook expectation But let me worsen the riddle, it really hurts when you're little Still I achieve adversity and made cursive from scribble And I'mma tell you niggas again, man, it's just this simple Try and get up under my skin, and get popped like a pimple, yessir [Chorus: Pusha T] Hate it or love it the underdog's bout to pop And we gon' shine nigga until our heart stop Nigga envy we, it's the R-E-U-P And we ain't goin' nowhere so you should get to know me Hate it or love it the underdog's bout to pop And we gon' shine nigga until our heart stop Nigga envy we, it's the R-E-U-P And we ain't goin' nowhere so you should get to know me