Freeway - Hate Blood lyrics

[Jermaine Dupri] (Freeway) What? Y'all got hate in your blood (This is f**ed up) Y'all got hate in your blood (This is f**ed up man) Y'all got hate in your blood [Jermaine Dupri] Listen I know y'all n***as want me I hear y'all n***as plottin' I see y'all n***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 n***as' hoes I'm throwin' paper at them b**hes Screamin' So So Now every spot I hit I'm hearing different sh** About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this It's f**ed up but I But I can't let these n***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' my self It's bad, I feel your pain dawg But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherf**er! 1 - [Freeway] (JD) If you're sick of seeing n***as pop Cris And talkin' bout stacking chips You know what?! (You got hate in your blood) Sick of seeing Bentley's And hearing n***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 n***as want me I hear you n***as plottin' I see you n***as lookin' But I ain't stoppin, it's on [Jadakiss] Papi had raw, then I bought him out You know me, f** n***as k** 'em all, let God sort 'em out Rapid fire got my hands shakin' And everybody hate dyin' But most n***as die hatin' While y'all run to the bank I run to the brink A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink I got a gla** kitchen You can see what's under my sink And I do sh** 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 sh** 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 co*k s**er take it and love, uh Repeat 1 [Jermaine Dupri] Somebody tell me why man Somebody tell me why Do n***as just hate, hate, hate the way they do man Let me explain something to y'all about me man Why y'all think I was the first rap n***a on Mtv Cribs? Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherf**er Y'all think I'mma stop, fu*k NAW I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent In the black bent, with them dubs on that sh** We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal Pourin' Belvidere on b**hes We don't GIVE A fu*k MAN A matter of fact I wish I could smack the sh** Out of one y'all n***as right now with some money But you know what I'm saying Cause y'all n***as just hate, hate, hate Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherf**ers Repeat 1 (2x) b**h!