Hate Blood Lyrics - Instructions - Jermaine Dupri

[Jermaine Dupri] (Freeway) 

What? 

Why'all got hate in your blood 

(This is fucked up) 

Why'all got hate in your blood 

(This is fucked up man) 

Why'all got hate in your blood 

[Jermaine Dupri] 

Listen 

I know why'all niggas want me 

I hear why'all niggas plottin' 

I see why'all niggas lookin' 

But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast 

Through the city with no top 

That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot 

In everybody's hood with other niggas' hoes 

I'm throwin' paper at them bitches 

Screamin' So So 

Now every spot I hit 

I'm hearing different shit 

About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this 

It's fucked up but I 

But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision 

On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know? 

I got a daughter now, young age three 

If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat 

Feel me? 

Do I floss? YES! 

Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self 

It's bad, I feel your pain dawg 

But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker! 

1 - [Freeway] (JD) 

If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris 

And talkin' bout stacking chips 

You know what?! 

(You got hate in your blood) 

Sick of seeing Bentley's 

And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs 

(You got hate in your blood) 

If you're sick of seeing artists 

And hearing artists 

You know what! 

(You got hate in your blood) 

Listen I know you niggas want me 

I hear you niggas plottin' 

I see you niggas lookin' 

But I ain't stoppin, it's on 

[Jadakiss] 

Papi had raw, then I bought him out 

You know me, fuck niggas 

Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out 

Rapid fire got my hands shakin' 

And everybody hate dyin' 

But most niggas die hatin' 

While why'all run to the bank 

I run to the brink 

A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink 

I got a glass kitchen 

You can see what's under my sink 

And I do shit just to do it 

Too much money to think 

So you can hate all you want 

I'mma still be 'Kiss 

Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich 

JD's the architect, he built these hits 

Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit 

And you can tell any one of your boys 

You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys 

Cause I know you got hate in your blood 

Still dump eight in your mug 

So cock sucker take it and love, uh 

Repeat 1 

[Jermaine Dupri] 

Somebody tell me why man 

Somebody tell me why 

Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man 

Let me explain something to why'all about me man 

Why why'all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs? 

Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfucker 

Why'all think I'mma stop, FUCK NAW 

I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent 

In the black bent, with them dubs on that shit 

We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal 

Pourin' Belvidere on bitches 

We don't GIVE A FUCK MAN 

A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit 

Out of one why'all niggas right now with some money 

But you know what I'm saying 

Cause why'all niggas just hate, hate, hate 

Well why'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers 

Repeat 1 (2x) 

Bitch!