Choppa - Hatin' lyrics

Hype/Money: Man watchu watchu think about that Choppa cat brotha? Man sh** what the f** is a aul anyway? Aint nobody talked about the west bank in like ten years, you da first one What tha f** is a wild west biggidy anyway? I wish somebody let me know, the n***a be talkin bout some crazy sh** What tha f** he talkin bout he said his name like 300 times in one f**in song, Choppa style Chop Chop Choppa style, what is that he aint sayin nothin All I know is his name, I know it real well, I dont even know his face What the f** is... Choppa: Just because I got me a deal, doesn't mean I gotta big head Can't hook up wit my people and chill Ima' rap til I'm blue in tha face, and keep my money and my fans understand Ima' do what it takes, I never was fake Everthang I'm spittin is real,I was hungry I was hustlin So I'm gettin a deal, flippin my sk**s, flippin this deal Whatever it takes I'll put a hater in tha dirt and hit the verse thats waitin, ya i learned that from Kim when they had tha streets blocked, they had tha heat that made you fade away like a police squad, they even had little guns soundin like grease pops and so much candy you would think it was sweet shops Now I gone an done shows with Jigga, smoked with Juvey,hooked up wit Ja Rule and felt some booty, had hoes claimin that they wanted to school me I'm bout my money,not bout what them b**hes out ta do me cause I'm in this to win this,so gimme your mic Ima spin this and send this and betchu you like, ya, Ima' break em off propa propa, man f** tha n***a hatin' on Choppa Choppa c'mon. Hype/Money: Man tha n***a cant even rap, I heard his hypeman be writin tha songs Then I go check out tha show, he slingin his winkey tha whole show (bang bang) I dont wanna see his winky I wanna see what he's talkin bout. Choppa: n***as goin off with a n***a and told ya but I got 50 n***as who willin' ta show ya, I aint even talkin bout guns lemme blow ya, I got n***as down from the Mararo to tha Magnolia YA Now these n***as gettin line, like they had scholeosis and I was bout ta fix they spine and I'll I do is spit these rhymes I dont aim at tha bulls-eye, but I seem ta hit each time and I heard that fake sh** that you said in your soul Let a n***a make money b**h leave me alone, all that hatin' and reppin' on Choppa Chop, can't get mad just because a n***a hot you not and you n***as keep on sayin I'm wack, but every time I see ya pops at tha corner he's always given me gaps said,(I wish my son could rap that way) and I write my own rhymes, that's Juh Juh Juh Juh J-M-K.