What? Ya`ll got hate in your blood
(This is f**ked up)
Ya`ll got hate in your blood
(This is f**ked up man)
Ya`ll got hate in your blood

Listen, I know ya`ll ni**as want me
I hear ya`ll ni**as plottin`, I see ya`ll ni**as lookin`
But I ain`t stoppin`, I`m gone in something fast
Through the city with no top that reach 220 on the dash

I`m so hot in everybody`s hood with other ni**as` hoes
I`m throwin` paper at them bitches, screamin` So So
Now every spot I hit, I`m hearing different s**t
About homies that want me that weren`t with me when I started this

It`s f**ked up but I, but I can`t let these ni**as blurry my vision
On where I`m going and how I`m living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, young age three
If her daddy don`t shine, then my shorty won`t eat

Feel me? Do I floss? Yes
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin` myself
It`s bad, I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I`m about to change is the game, motherf**ker!

If you`re sick of seeing ni**as pop Cris
And talkin` `bout stacking chips, you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley`s and hearing ni**as talk about sittin` on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)

If you`re sick of seeing artists, it`s the end
And hearing artists, it`s the end, you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen, I know you ni**as want me
I hear you ni**as plottin`, I see you ni**as lookin`
But I ain`t stoppin, it`s on

Papi had raw, then I bought him out, you know me, f**k ni**as
Kill `em all, let God sort `em out, rapid fire got my hands shakin`
And everybody hate dyin` but most ni**as die hatin`
While ya`ll run to the bank, I run to the brink

A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen, you can see what`s under my sink
And I do s**t just to do it, too much money to think
So you can hate all you want, I`mma still be `Kiss

Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich, JD`s the architect, he built these hits
Ruff Ryder`s, So So Def, feel this s**t
And you can tell any one of your boys
You might find `em in a hood near you and any one of his toys

`Cause I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump eight in your mug
So c**k sucker take it and love, uh

If you`re sick of seeing ni**as pop Cris
And talkin` `bout stacking chips, you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley`s and hearing ni**as talk about sittin` on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)

If you`re sick of seeing artists, it`s the end
And hearing artists, it`s the end, you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen, I know you ni**as want me
I hear you ni**as plottin`, I see you ni**as lookin`
But I ain`t stoppin, it`s on

Somebody tell me why, man, somebody tell me why
Do ni**as just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me explain something to ya`ll about me man
Why ya`ll think I was the first rap ni**a on MTV Cribs?

`Cause I`m a young, fly, flashy motherf**ker
Ya`ll think I`mma stop, f**k naw
I`mma keep ridin` down the block with my hat bent
In the black bent, with them dubs on that s**t

We gon` still be in the club poppin` Cristal, pourin` Belvedere on bitches
We don`t give a f**k, man
A matter of fact I wish I could smack the s**t
Out of one ya`ll ni**as right now with some money

But you know what I`m saying
`Cause ya`ll ni**as just hate, hate, hate
Well, ya`ll gonna have to just keep hatin` motherf**kers

If you`re sick of seeing ni**as pop Cris
And talkin` `bout stacking chips, you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley`s and hearing ni**as talk about sittin` on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)

If you`re sick of seeing artists, it`s the end
And hearing artists, it`s the end, you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen, I know you ni**as want me
I hear you ni**as plottin`, I see you ni**as lookin`
But I ain`t stoppin, it`s on

If you`re sick of seeing ni**as pop Cris
And talkin` `bout stacking chips, you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley`s and hearing ni**as talk about sittin` on dubs
(You got hate in your blood)

If you`re sick of seeing artists, it`s the end
And hearing artists, it`s the end, you know what?
(You got hate in your blood)
Listen, I know you ni**as want me
I hear you ni**as plottin`, I see you ni**as lookin`
But I ain`t stoppin, it`s on

Bitch!