Z-ro - H.A.T.E. lyrics

[Z-Ro] Hey, why they hate me like I stole something To make a n***a want to roll something But I'm they closest partner, if I let them hold something Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers So let the world taste my tears When they roll, they represent anger, paranoid with one in the chamber To live the heads shots to my foes, and make them through with Dana And when they splash it's a blood bath, and I trust no one Ain't no more chunking up the deuce, when my thugs pa** Live my life in silentary vomet away from y'all If I needed artillery could I even get the K from y'all I'm all alone in the ways of the wicked, since I can't stand you hoes Forever lonely when I kick it, in the lumino With straps and shells, my life is murder and mail The opposition see me coming, and they blast they self This for my homies that don't know me, when I'm broke Swear to God I hope you motherf**ers choke, when my gun smoke, hate [Chorus x2] The H is for these hoe n***as that's all in my face And the A is for the actions that these b**h n***as take And the T is for the tommy gun that's bout to blast And the E is for eternal cause I ever last [Z-Ro] I be feeling like Pac, because I wonder if they still down Facing homicide from haters, but my homies didn't even spill rounds f** y'all, I hate you motherf**ers to d**h Remember times, when I stopped n***as from clutching your chest I live in bulletproof vests, but it seems The only time I got family, is when a n***a dream So f** sleep, I'm on a 24 hour grind Look at your darling son, now mama I'm out of my mind I don't know how to be happy and I can't smile, and f** a b**h Cause she be plotting on how to get you, when y'all walking down the isle The same motherf**ers that you care for, look how they do you They don't love you pick up your pistol, and therefor Represent yourself with the plastic, cause me myself Want to put all of you motherf**ers in caskets f** love, unless it's coming from the heaven up above My hatred being written in blood, hate [Chorus x2] [Z-Ro] There ain't no telling if a n***a make it, I might be stuck in the slums A walking target steady ducking the gun But even me and you can keep your wife, there'll be no hostages Just give me what I'm looking for, and keep your life I'm military minded, you can ask Klondike Kat Even if they bomb first, Z-Ro is bout to bomb right back I give a f** about your life now, slugs hitting your windpipe now Guess you could say I'm living shife now All about my fetty, till I bubble like some champagne Z-Ro the Crooked, the most valuable player up in this rap game So back back, back back, be sure to give me more than fifty Automatic rounds, down to pa** that Murder my foes, then I murder my friends Because they turned on a n***a, when I ain't have no ends, hate Murder my foes, then I murder my friends Because they turned on a n***a, when a n***a wasn't chopping a Benz, hate [Chorus x4]