Motivated Lyrics - Chapter 2: World Domination - Three 6 Mafia

Yeah, man, this go out to all those who hated on the real 

Ya know I'm sayin', I'm a put it to ya like this right here, man 

The truth shall survive, ya know I'm sayin'? 

It's like this right here, man, I mean, you hatin' out here, man 

But'chu needa get up on ya somethin', ya know I'm sayin'? 

I mean, ya know, good always overcomes evil, man, you know 

And to all real guys out here, man, that's handlin' ya business 

All my brothers, brown, black, white, all accross America 

All ya gotta do man, is just, uhh, put God first, ya know I'm sayin'? 

And you shall shine, ya know I'm sayin'? 

Aye, man, word to the wise and to the lame 

Motivated by the haters 

Motivated by the haters 

Motivated by the haters 

Motivated by the haters 

Hater, hate on, hate on 

Hater, hate on, hate on 

Hater, hate on, hate on 

Hater, hate on, hate on 

Motivated by the haters 

Motivated by the haters 

Motivated by the haters 

Motivated by the haters 

Hater, hate on, hate on 

Hater, hate on, hate on 

Hater, hate on, hate on 

Hater, hate on, hate on 

Here I goes on my hustle playin' 

Niggas know that I stay 

Down on this money, man, this is do or die 

Hater's mouths be runnin' 

But the bills still comin' 

Either you gon' lay it down 

Or you get up on ya somethin' 

Bein' broke is a joke 

Very hazardous to health 

I don't sell no dope 

Playa, dope sell it's self 

Gotta floss in my wealth 

If ya got it, then show it 

Twenty-thousand at the Lennox Mall, I'm a blow it 

Petrone, I'm a pour it, purp, I'm a roll it 

Gun to ya head, squeeze triggas, brains blowin' 

Hood nigga from the North side, Memphis, Tennessee 

Tattooed on my left arm, spelled like Hennessey 

Yeah, this go out to all you niggas in the streets 

Who don't know what'cha doin' 

Fe-fi-fo-fum, you can feel the slugs 

Of this Mossburg shotgun, chest full of blood 

You can say that'cha life could end in a flash 

Like the wind blows dead brown leaves to the grass 

I ain't goin' back to jail, when it's on then I shoot 

Momma, get'cha black vest on and a body suit 

Meet him at the altar, don't forget'cha flower basket 

Full of Holy water, dead in a casket 

I'm a basket, of a case 

Either them, either me 

Dyin' all that older, if you go, so it be 

See these niggas, they be hatin' when ya flossin' 

Got the bread, I'm just blessed out hurry 

And I gotta stay 

I'm motivated by the haters 

I'm motivated by the haters 

I'm motivated by the haters 

I'm motivated by the haters 

I'm motivated by the haters 

I'm motivated by the haters