"n***a you ain't sh**!
You wasn't sh** when you was here!
I seen you do that sh** on-
That's the same sh** you was doing at the pool room, n***a!
It ain't nothin...." Verse 1: JTR and Dr. Gigglez proudly introduce you
A new dude with a new style
That you're probably not used to n***az try to
Dicect me like I worship voodoo
Cuz I go by three aliases
Just to confuse you
But still to have the nerve
To still think I'm a fool to. n***az think that they know me
Cuz deep down I'm a cool dude When I see 'em in the streets
I look at n***az like "Who's you?" It's not that I'm stuck-up
It's just the sh** that I've been through That happens when a motherf**er tries to k** you
f** how cool you try to be
That sh** unlocks an ill you
That wants to walk up and down the street and k** dudes
Even more
When it seems like nobody feels you I was taught
If something ain't for you
Then it's against you If n***az watched your every move
Then you'll probably be pissed to You haters luck that I JUST carry carry a pistol
Instead of gotten like Bin Laden
Strapped with bombs and missles... (Hook) Live from Haterville
These haters made a deal
To have a n***a k**ed
Or take a n***az mil
But I'mma keep it real
And tell you how I feel
If you run up in my grill
k** you and the hate you feel
(Live from Haterville!)
Live from Haterville
These haters made a deal
To have a n***a k**ed
Or take a n***az mil
But I'mma keep it real
And tell you how I feel
If you run up in my grill
k** you and the hate you feel
(Live from Haterville!) (Verse 2) Take a ride to
Where I reside
On the East side
It's a cold world
Cover up with the fleece hide Motherf**as plotting to rob me
But if you got nuts Devil's night
I gasoline dream
To burn the block up Give a f** less
If afterwards
If I get locked up
Next motherf**er step up
The next one getting shot up And I don't give a f** what none of you think
f** with me and mines
I'll pop you till your family is extinct DNA?
Find all that sh** in your grave
Find your a** lying flat off top like a fade I made up my mind
To
Be ahead of the times
Listen close
You can hear the world end in my ryhmes And n***az know I do music
And they think it's amusing
I laugh too
Cuz you thought it would be me you'd be using
To come up If you run up
Blow your brains out your stomach
Got n***az
Searching for the studio
Like some f**ing groupie hoes
(Live from Haterville!!!) (Hook) Da Grym Reefer: I don't realy think y'all understand
What I mean by Haterville
You see
Every city in every state and every little town
Has a little bit of Haterville in it. Peep game! (Verse 3) My crime is my existence
Developed a thirst for vengence
Living, sinning with no regrets
In me there's no repentence I come from the home of lynching
Churches with no Christians
The innocent over-sentence
Requires me to spit this pimpin' Like a felon's required
To teach school in Memphis I'm in this to pimp the system that under-estimates
My wisdom Envision riches
Money over b**hes The law
They be the b**hes
The streets they be the snitches My mission:
To stack these chips
And poof like three wishes Simple as this is they still call me vicious
Cuz I don't ignore the disses I split wigs
And make
All you player haters sicker
Than sickle-cell-syphillis Infamous like Scarecrow
No girlfriend
I scare hoes
n***az hate and stare like hoes
n***az like me don't care though I've got a pair of those
Nuts
That the world can s**
Nina quicker than Peter and not afraid to bust
s*uts (Hook) It's exciting, you know, being in show business.
It's exciting.
I like going home so I can show-off when I go home.
But some brothers break my face. "n***a you ain't sh**!
You wasn't sh** when you was here!
I seen you do that sh** on-
That's the same sh** you was doing at the pool room, n***a!
It ain't nothin.... Let me have a dollar!"