Why You Wanna Hate For Lyrics - Coming Of Age - Memphis Bleek

[memphis bleek] 

Get your ones, get your guns 

Muthafucker it's on 

New millenium, and what? 

Bleek re-born 

All the haters eat a dick 

Who I'm riding with bitch 

You know the game and the name 

I ain't change for shit 

I toke cuatro cinco, when uno says 

Keep uno in the head, you wouldn't fuck with this 

My guns german, bullets burning 

Where them bricks I'm searching 

I need the money urgent 

And I'm rushing, you slowing me down, ain't no holding me now 

I'm out the gate, on the throne and I'm holding it down 

All my niggas on the run, you's to eat for a reason 

Fuck around and holla wrong, me and nore come in squeezing 

And these streets is mine, m-e-m-p-h, I got style 

I make it look good being wild 

With da game I got, anything I got 

I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not 

Hook (x2) 

[noreaga] 

Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for? 

Why you niggas all running outta state for? 

You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for 

Now you snitchin' why y'all wanna turn states for, ha? 

[noreaga] 

What, what, I do this shit for the streets 

Just left iraq, bout to meet with bleek 

Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons 

When me and memphman, smoke the call us lazer lungs! 

Thugged out, roc-a-fella, big bank acounts 

On the sky-tel with big type, and bring the ounce 

Clip on niggas, niggas just be seeing me cussing 

How you dig up with my style, the way I be rushing 

Just to style you head in 

You drove to a dead end 

So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in 

I say what, what, now y'all say what, what 

I say, that I'm a thug, now y'all wanna be thugs 

And I admit that i'ma hustler just hustling drugs 

Yet I do this shit because crime pays 

I'li rock a cescear and doo rag 

And I don't got waves 

(don't got waves, don't got waves, don't got waves) 

Hook (x2) 

[memphis bleek] 

Yo,yo,yo, niggas wanna turn states 

Just hand me the eight 

Have a crib in iraq, for the memph escape 

Where the d's won't find me 

Trees is lime green 

Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs 

Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we trying to get rich 

My steak got a1, I can taste the chips 

Give them facial hits, from the chrome thou flip 

With the serious scratch, get them pinacles back 

You can take some nigga, you wouldn't take some of these 

My bullets heat up and burn, nigga, feel my sting 

For the 9 double 9, these streets is bleek 

All my niggas on the run just got to eat 

Hook (x2)