Haters

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] Aye-Uh Huh Huh Huh [Verse 1: Young Buck] Don't ask me where the fuck I'm from, or what set I claim I get money (Yuh!), I got a lil' bit of both games in me Niggas hate so the mossberg hang wit' me (Owh!) Feds wanna tap up my phone, cause they can't git me I might as well give it to ya since Dre sent me Just sit back and kick ya feet up, Okay 50? I'm on 1 and I just begun, I dare one of these blood claats come test me gun The rude bwoi of the south, let me in this bitch I just wish 2Pac was here to witness this Give me room to breathe and I'mma blow you away I move a hunnid bricks a week and do a show every day Ayyye, somebody gotta do it y'all See I done been locked up and I ain't know who to call It's my time, so ey'body jump on the train See when the A.K. aimed, I can shootdown a plane, mothafucker [Chorus: Kokane] Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do wrong?) Just to wake up early, afta hustlin' all night long (Yeh-eh-eh-eh-uhh) [Verse 2: Young Buck] My gun damn near bigga then me I ain't the nigga to beef Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentionin' me I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencin' me My homeboi come in the courtroom and hit him with 3 I got the mind of a nigga 'bout to get him a key (Yuh!) All the fiend lined up, they just waitin' fo' me Betta hurry-hurry, it's about to go down And don't cha worry, I brought a hunnid rounds (Buck!) We gon' count to ten and then put the clips in Whoeva is tha last man standin' wins (C'monn!) You throw some money in the hood and it always works My niggas crazy, they'll dig a dead body from the durrt (Yeahh) Betta watch ya mouth, cause I been watchin' ya house I'm in ya bushes like, "When this nigga gon' come out?!" It's enough of the he say-she say shit Now it's time to find out who you wit' [Chorus: Kokane] Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do wrong?) Just to wake up early, afta hustlin' all night long (Yeh-eh-eh-eh-uhh) [Outro: Kokane] The streets ain't got no love (Oh but I'm a nigga on top of thangs) These niggas don't feel my pain (Oh these niggas don't got a clue what I been through mayn') I ain't even lookin' fo' love (Oh but I ain't lookin' fo' all ya sympathy) A gangsta just doing his thang [Chorus: Kokane] Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do wrong?) Just to wake up early, afta hustlin' all night long (Yeh-eh-eh-eh-uhh)