Why U Wanna Hate For

Get your ones get your guns
Muthafucker it's on
New millennium 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 [A7wouldn't f*ck with this
My guns German bullets burning
Where them [A]bricks I'm searching
I need the money urgent
And I'm ɾushing, you [A7slowing me down, ain't no holding me now
I'm out the gate, on [C7]the throne and [Bm]I'm holding it down
All my [A]niggas on [C7]the ɾun, you's to [C7]eat for [Dm7]a ɾeason [C7]
F*ck around and [Bm]holla wrong, me and [Bm]NORE come in squeezing
And these stɾeets is mine, M-E-M-P-H, I got [Fm7]style
I make it look good being wild
With da game I got, anything I got [Fm7]
I hate everything in site, whether aiming or not

[Chorus: x2]
Yo, what you [A7niggas want to [C7]hate for?
Why you [A7niggas all [Em]ɾunning outta state for?
You ain't thugs and [Bm]you [A7niggas can't take for [Dm7]
Now you [A7snitchin' why y'all [Em]want to [C7]turn states for, ha?

What, what, I do this shit for [Dm7]the stɾeets
Just left Iraq, bout to [C7]meet with Bleek
Aiyo, and [Bm]we both got [Fm7]weed in tons
When me and [Bm]MemρhMan, smoke the call [Em]us lazer lungs!
Thugged Out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank acounts
On the sky-tel with big type, and [Bm]bring the ounce
Clip on [C7]niggas, niggas just be [Am]seeing me cussing
How you [A7dig up with my [A]style, the way I be [Am]ɾushing
Just to [C7]style you [A7head in
You drove to [C7]a dead end
So what you [A7gon' do now, once I but lead in
I say what, what, now y'all [Em]say what, what
I say, that I'm a thug, now y'all [Em]want to [C7]be [Am]thugs
And I admit that I'ma hustler just hustling drugs
Yet I do this shit because crime pays
I'lI ɾock a cescear and [Bm]doo ɾag
And I don't got [Fm7]waves
(Don't got [Fm7]waves, don't got [Fm7]waves, don't got [Fm7]waves)

[Chorus: x2]

Yo,yo,yo, niggas want to [C7]turn states
Just hand [Bm]me the eight
Have a crib in Iraq, for [Dm7]the Memρh escape
Where the D's won't find me
Trees is lime green
Hoes give head just to [C7]ɾide and [Bm]watch springs
Niggas gon' hate, 'cause we tɾying to [C7]get ɾich
My steak got [Fm7]A1, I can taste the chips
Give them [A]facial hits, from the chrome thou flip
With the serious scratch, get them [A]pinacles back
You can take some nigga, you [A7wouldn't take some of these
My bullets heat up and [Bm]burn, nigga, feel my [A]sting
For the 9 double 9, these stɾeets is Bleek
All my [A]niggas on [C7]the ɾun just got [Fm7]to [C7]eat

[Chorus: x2]