Hatin’ Don’t Pay

Lyrics

[Intro: P.C.] Yeah, heh, motherfucka! [Chorus: Bapteest, P.C. & Shacronz] Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way (Yeah, big C, big dog) Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way (Don't hate on us, we gon' get you) Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way (Big waiters, spectators) Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way (Check this out) [Verse 1: Shacronz] Beyond a Reasonable Doubt, I'm gangsta, creep in ya house Won't hesitate to put the heat to ya mouth Peep me out, tie up ya chick for them ki's in ya couch We get money, go outta town, hustle for weeks then be out Rapid flows are dramatic, I'm here to let y'all bastards know My heart's colder than Alaskan snow I could rip beats fast or slow when I let the ratchets go Come out ya face get what you askin fo' I make haters run like relays through the P.J.'s, homie It's B.K., C.K., D-Day, homie Keep metal, never settle for a le-way, homie Still keep it ghetto 'til we payed, homie Calm ya tone when we speakin' 'less you deep and got 'matics From the home of the Nike Air's and Reebok Classics Pack more guns, my Desert E's drop faggots And fuckin' with the wrong bodies, ya seats popped, bastard [Chorus: Bapteest & P.C.] Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way (Yo, yo) [Verse 2: P.C.] You 'spond, submission, watch, mission to stop me, won't be defeated 'Cause they broke and they bitches is sloppy, they got me heated So I'm makin' niggas laugh (Ha-ha), seventeen dot Every single time my gat is cocked Y'all picked the wrong time to fuck with P-dot-C-period Just when you thought I was playin', I'm about to get serious Plus I'm furious and heated now, drunk and weeded now Mothafuckas don't learn, suburbans leave 'em beaten now O's to you ho's, leave 'em visions disposed Like a tag can be placed on they toes—sippin' Hater-ade Get some gators made, hustle, bought a trade, cop a couple of locks Before you get to speakin' on ya flock Why you mad at me? 'Cause I got a featurin' spot? I guess you'd rather see me shot or somewhere strung out on rocks Cuz, I keep my mind on my grind 'til I reach the top Go on and plot, ya haters'll never make me stop Hatin' don't pay [Chorus: Bapteest & Free Murder] Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way (Yeah, yo, yeah) [Verse 3: Free Murder] Yo, niggas try to hate me like I won't go crazy and Let the three-eighty blow, Free got crazy dough Frontin' for ya ho's, run through that lady coke Music got you amped, now you leanin' on that radio Niggas and bitches, soon to become ho's Black suit in a casket soon'll become yo's My Mac shoot these bastards who want war That's what my gun for, nigga fuck the gun law I'm the reason why they act like that They'll make Free react like that, find the gat on ya hat like that Media'll wonder why I rap like that Even behind the booth I'm strapped on a track like that Brooklyn, nigga (Ooh), throw shells 'round ya head Wake up, shells surround ya bed Hit ya with the pound instead, y'all don't want me to do this Hatin' don't pay, now Jake found you dead, uh [Chorus: Bapteest] Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way Hatin' don't pay, no way, no way [Outro: Free Murder] Yo, it's Free Murder, Shacronz, P-dot-C-period Don't hate us, don't hate the game 'Cause the game don't hate you The game don't even know you You got to know the game And remember: Only the players change, the game stays the same