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Young Buck » Haters
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(Intro:) Eh Uh Uh Uh (Verse 1:) Don't Ask me where the fuck Im from Or what set I claim I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me I minus well give it to ya since Dre sent me Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50 Im on 1 and I just begun I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch I just wish Tupac was here to witness this Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall See I done been locked up and I don't know who the call It's my time, so everybody jump on the train With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherfucker (Chorus: Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) (Verse 2:) My gun damn near bigger then me I ain't the nigga to be Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me My homeboy come in the courtroom and hit him with 3 I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down And don't ya worry I brought a 100 rounds We gon count to ten and then put the clips in Whoever is the last man standin wins You throw some money in the hood and it always works My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out? Its enough of this he say she say shit Now it's time to find out who you with (Chorus: Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) (Kokane:) The streets ain't got no love Oh but I'm a nigga on top of things These niggas don't feel my pain Oh these niggas don't got a clue what I been through man But I ain't even lookin for love Oh but I ain't lookin for all ya sympthay I gots to just do my thing (Chorus: Kokane) Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? (Makes you wanna do Wrong?) Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long (Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)
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