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| Lil' Keke Miscellaneous Niggas Be Hating Me Yeah I'm lyrically inclined to be a poetic threat A million dollar crook from a Southside set As I proceed to break out, I'm fierously demonstratin' On some fly pressure, on the marks, forever hatin' Relax your mind, as I restarce the prey Ascroociate pain, givin' left for game Cause boys be hatin' me, and makin' my pressure rise Niggas get bigger, but my glock same the same size I cock it and ride, fire sweet and hit the gas Cause as the swain glass, able to mash class Your ass is grass, if you in that black mass Future present past, another'll beat his ass I'ma mash, fast, with the heart of a hustler Quick to break up a busta, so what's up motherfuckers I ain't makin' no bargains, no deals or no plea Stayin' strapped at all times, cause niggas be hatin' me Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize On the Southside, we be hittin' licks Nine sold, have a thang, 27 the bricks Tricks be hatin', feds got my phone tapped Loaded glock on my lap, jealous niggas got me strapped I black on blaze, swang freeze to floss those Coast-to-coast shows, pimps playas and pros A 9 I pack, dedicated to stack Smokin' weed sippin' serve movin' ounces of crack The shit gone hit the Fed and the strip gon' flip The answer when you trip is a flime in a clip I tip a hater, just like he's a waiter A polished in mastermind, and a dope rhyme creator Heart-breaker, a baller legendary show-stopper Southside representin', pops up on the chopper Open your eyes you face to face with a g Give the game for free, cause niggas be hatin' me Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize Now we be ballin', and yo we puttin' in work The L-i-l K-e and this nigga named D Back up ain't no mistakin', it's money we makin' Put all drama on hold until the record make dough So far so good, ain't no complaints in Herschelwood Same things in my hood, it's understood When the sun come up, it's dollar bills y'all And when them punks run up, it's time to kill y'all Somebody said to me "Whatever you do just keep it tru Make your cash and dash cause see these haters are after you" Flashin' gold cash in them hoes face Nobody fuck with me, I wanna paperchase Poetic since '84 I used to rhyme and rainbow Noticin' how the game go, I puts it down so You got beef then bring your beef hardrugged From the streets of hard knocks, the way you g's love it Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize, cause ah Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise I'm trowed up in the game, got my eyes on a fucking prize Niggas be hatin' me and makin' my pressure rise Lil' Keke is a fact, won't you haters just realize |
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