Live From H8erville Lyrics - Singles - Da Grym Reefer

"Nigga you ain't shit! 

You wasn't shit when you was here! 

I seen you do that shit on- 

That's the same shit you was doing at the pool room, nigga! 

It ain't nothin...." 

Verse 1: 

JTR and Dr. Gigglez proudly introduce you 

A new dude with a new style 

That you're probably not used to 

Niggaz try to 

Dicect me like I worship voodoo 

Cuz I go by three aliases 

Just to confuse you 

But still to have the nerve 

To still think I'm a fool to. 

Niggaz think that they know me 

Cuz deep down I'm a cool dude 

When I see 'em in the streets 

I look at niggaz like "Who's you?" 

It's not that I'm stuck-up 

It's just the shit that I've been through 

That happens when a motherfucker tries to kill you 

Fuck how cool you try to be 

That shit unlocks an ill you 

That wants to walk up and down the street and kill dudes 

Even more 

When it seems like nobody feels you 

I was taught 

If something ain't for you 

Then it's against you 

If niggaz watched your every move 

Then you'll probably be pissed to 

You haters luck that I JUST carry carry a pistol 

Instead of gotten like Bin Laden 

Strapped with bombs and missles... 

(Hook) 

Live from Haterville 

These haters made a deal 

To have a nigga killed 

Or take a niggaz mil 

But I'mma keep it real 

And tell you how I feel 

If you run up in my grill 

Kill you and the hate you feel 

(Live from Haterville!) 

Live from Haterville 

These haters made a deal 

To have a nigga killed 

Or take a niggaz mil 

But I'mma keep it real 

And tell you how I feel 

If you run up in my grill 

Kill you and the hate you feel 

(Live from Haterville!) 

(Verse 2) 

Take a ride to 

Where I reside 

On the East side 

It's a cold world 

Cover up with the fleece hide 

Motherfuckas plotting to rob me 

But if you got nuts 

Devil's night 

I gasoline dream 

To burn the block up 

Give a fuck less 

If afterwards 

If I get locked up 

Next motherfucker step up 

The next one getting shot up 

And I don't give a fuck what none of you think 

Fuck with me and mines 

I'll pop you till your family is extinct 

DNA? 

Find all that shit in your grave 

Find your ass lying flat off top like a fade 

I made up my mind 

To 

Be ahead of the times 

Listen close 

You can hear the world end in my ryhmes 

And niggaz know I do music 

And they think it's amusing 

I laugh too 

Cuz you thought it would be me you'd be using 

To come up 

If you run up 

Blow your brains out your stomach 

Got niggaz 

Searching for the studio 

Like some fucking groupie hoes 

(Live from Haterville!!!) 

(Hook) 

Da Grym Reefer: 

I don't realy think y'all understand 

What I mean by Haterville 

You see 

Every city in every state and every little town 

Has a little bit of Haterville in it. 

Peep game! 

(Verse 3) 

My crime is my existence 

Developed a thirst for vengence 

Living, sinning with no regrets 

In me there's no repentence 

I come from the home of lynching 

Churches with no Christians 

The innocent over-sentence 

Requires me to spit this pimpin' 

Like a felon's required 

To teach school in Memphis 

I'm in this to pimp the system that under-estimates 

My wisdom 

Envision riches 

Money over bitches 

The law 

They be the bitches 

The streets they be the snitches 

My mission: 

To stack these chips 

And poof like three wishes 

Simple as this is they still call me vicious 

Cuz I don't ignore the disses 

I split wigs 

And make 

All you player haters sicker 

Than sickle-cell-syphillis 

Infamous like Scarecrow 

No girlfriend 

I scare hoes 

Niggaz hate and stare like hoes 

Niggaz like me don't care though 

I've got a pair of those 

Nuts 

That the world can suck 

Nina quicker than Peter and not afraid to bust 

Sluts 

(Hook) 

It's exciting, you know, being in show business. 

It's exciting. 

I like going home so I can show-off when I go home. 

But some brothers break my face. 

"Nigga you ain't shit! 

You wasn't shit when you was here! 

I seen you do that shit on- 

That's the same shit you was doing at the pool room, nigga! 

It ain't nothin.... 

Let me have a dollar!"