do i hate ya - lil jule lyrics
[hook]
do i hate ya, do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
do i hate ya, do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
ri*ric is in my blood, r*ric is in my blood
do i hate ya? do i hate ya?
do i hate ya?
its my nature
do i hate ya? do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
ri*ric is in my blood, r*ric is in my blood
[verse 1]
sometimes its like a mother f*ckin habit
i sn*tch your sh*t and tell you quickly “sorry, silly rabbit”
cause [?] like taking candy from a baby
and will i k!ll you, sh*t there ain’t no ifs and buts or maybes
see ain’t no second guessing cause my mind is like a train
im [?] hollow points inside your mother f*ckin brain
no witnesses, my business means the cops will have no chase
and if i beat the pigs that mean the judge will have no case
im grabbing my f*ckin pump, i bet you guessed what happened next
its hard to hold your breath when a sawed*off is at your chest
but why did i pull my trigger, i really dont know i guess im psycho
im dropping off bombs so big they call yo house a baby waco
i used to slang the rocks and stay a victim of the knots
say f*ck and pull my glock and put them crackers in a wooden box
bout the f*ckin [?] till i die
my mama told me “boy you live in h*ll, just take the suicide”
guess i got to die because im having what i want
my sh*t is up to date, the year, the day, the f*ckin month
a n*gga colorblind, cuz when i go im gonna get mine
and when i pull my nine, drop your jaws, you b*tches know the time
dont take this sh*t so personal cause i really dont hate ya
blame on your f*ckin creator, its in my mother f*ckin nature
lil jule on this track, kicking sh*t with my glock c*cked back
wrapping up out these busta b*tches stabbin playas in they back
cross*out trick, make me sick, all you busters suck my d*ck
catch you riding clean, i’ma jack you for your f*ckin sh*t
slipping on my mask, get my gun now watch this stain
i’ma catch that busta slipping in his chevy at the skating rink
d*mn who rollin clean, im rollin clean and not that cross*out b*tch
[?]
[?] with that glock, watch him pop, he dont [?] no cop
ballin down richmond, on the [?] with this nina c*cked
cuzzo got that trey*80, ab let me blast that hoe
lil mane got that nina and you know he’s coming off the [?]
[?] ak auto*matic to your mother f*ckin dome, test my chrome
all day long, lil boy you done [?]
[?] on my side [?] one more homicide
test my nature, read the paper, its in my mother f*ckin nature
[hook]
do i hate ya, do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
do i hate ya, do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
ri*ric is in my blood, r*ric is in my blood
do i hate ya? do i hate ya?
do i hate ya? do* i* do i hate ya?
do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
do i hate ya? do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
ri*ric is in my blood, r*ric is in my blood
its my nature, its my nature
[verse 2]
i growed up in the city called the bottom
and trying to reach the top is the reason why i shot him
some people dont understand the true plan of a ghetto man
you b*tches [?] seen the rage and the gaze thats inside my head
a player must be strong and beyond just to live long
no b*tches i be in love, no my n*gga they get pimped on
see in the small town with the yards and the fences
we making easy money pimpin hoes and [?] memphis
but really dont explain why i do the sh*t i do
id rather blast a b*tch than to tell a n*gga f*ck you
they tell me talk is cheap so i let them b*tches know
its costing you ya life when you f*ckin with a psycho
no pity on a n*gga cause we take this sh*t for granted
no time to f*ckin panic its your heart sn*tching bandit
a n*gga from the bottom is a pimp or a robber
but a n*gga like the [?] was lost, found and forgotten
see im a born k!ller my momma died on the table
i still bury b*tches and its 20 years later
read your f*ckin paper
its in my mother f*ckin nature
coming out smooth as h*ll for this final f*ckin verse
shot that busta trick ass n*gga put him in a f*ckin he*rs*
n*ggas think ima hoe cuz i ain’t with that bull sh*t
run across that ric you get your f*ckin wig split
rollin thru the ric, checkin on my crack sales
one of my n*ggas say my sh*t is boomin so f*ckin well
im happy as a f*ggot with a bag full of d*cks
i got my nina c*cked, in case these b*tches pull some tricks
im ballin kinda heavy cuz i heard they was after me
buckin all these busta b*tches, police ass n*ggas can’t capture me
get in to my [?] look at [?] i see some heads
i got a funny feeling its the mother f*ckin feds
i jumped back in the chevy but its still too late
cuz that police b*tch put that chrome to my mother f*ckin face
im booked down, im locked down
n0body can escape me
its in my mother f*ckin nature
[hook]
do i hate ya, do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
do i hate ya, do i hate ya?
its my nature, its my nature
ri*ric is in my blood, r*ric is in my blood
do i hate ya? do i hate ya?
do i hate ya? its my nature
ri*ric is in my blood, r*ric is in my blood
r*ric is in my blood, r*ric is in my blood
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