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Haters Gon Hate Lyrics

(feat. Choppa, Curren$y, Krazy)

[Chorus: Curren$y]
When I pull up at the club in a big black
Truck on dubs (these n***** gon hate)
Cause I'm doing big thangs, and I got a lot of ice
In my chain (these n***** gon hate)
When I come through the door, and take all the hoes
I know (these n***** gon hate)
Cause I'm playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know (these n***** gon hate)

[Curren$y]
I don't know if it's the Porsche or the Lamb, that make these n*****
Hate me, like I'm a member of the Klu Klux Klan
I mean god d***, how much money I got in my hand
Really don't concern you man
But I know why you n***** boot me up
Cause I come through pushing brand new Coupes and stuff
You say you wanna shoot me up
Because I got a pair of Jordans won't be out for at least two months
They call me Curren$y the Hot Spitter
And that's cause I keep my money, in stacks
I know they got hatas out to jack n*****
So that's why I ride, with my gat
A glock and a mask in the dash of the Jaguar, and that's a X-K-8
And if you cross me, you'll die dog
So I advise y'all, please don't hate

[Chorus: Krazy]
When I walk in the club and the b****
Touching bread starts smiling (these n***** gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo' just start wilding
You feel that (these n***** gon hate)
When them tires on the Navi just keep on spinning
Look at that s*** man (these n***** gon hate)
In the club thugged out, with my P. Miller denim
n**** see that (these n***** gon hate)
[Krazy]
With a high rich I get I still remember, the bad times
In the Ville rock hustling, with a loaded nine
All the n***** said I'd never make it, be friends now
All the d***-riders see this b****, take a while
All the hoes that never liked me, wanna f*** me
I'll two-way you for some head, you can trust me
It must be this tank, or the shiny gold teeth
Make these hoes get wet, everytime I speak
These streets I push weight, silent n****
Unless you turn me into a, violent n****
Smiling in my face, n**** hate behind my back
And you wonder why these b**** a** n***** get smacked
No fear of the police, only the feds
Catch him snitch late night, I'll bust his head
No love for these hating n*****, or the informants
Ask bank run about me, my account's enormous

[Chorus: Choppa]
When I'm walking through the mall, I'm chilling with my dogs
Or my girl (these n***** gon hate)
I don't even notice n**** why you spoke to this
n**** got a choke me a hater (these n***** gon hate)
This 8 is beginning this 8, no gimmick
This the New No Limit (these n***** gon hate)
And all the ladies love Choppa, cause they know
He's such a poppa but all (these n***** gon hate)
[Choppa]
n***** gonna hate no matter what you do
So if you don't f*** with me, I don't f*** with you
And I could care less, who did what with who
See I love when you hate, so do what you do
Rolaid, I understand that's your crew
But them cats ain't got no love for you
Y'all wonder why, your careers and you died
Cause your songs sound the same, like you doing a lie
Don't wanna do nothing else, then shake the streets
That's why I'm glad big rap gave a dang to me
And my n**** Master P gave the flame to me
Making hits after hits, what it came to be
Not just a boss rapper, but a hot m.c.
All them other n***** sound like me, think about it
I'm Choppa, that Westbank show stopper
If you sick of me, then n**** go see a doctor

[Chorus]
When I pull up at the club in a big black
Truck on dubs (these n***** gon hate)
When I buy the bar, hit the flo' just start wilding
You feel that (these n***** gon hate)
This 8 is beginning this 8, no gimmick
This the New No Limit (these n***** gon hate)
Cause I'm playing with some chips, and I make a lot of hits
I know (these n***** gon hate)
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Ballers (2002)
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