Jermaine Dupri - Don't Hate on Me Lyrics
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    Don't Hate on Me

    [Da Brat talking]

    Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
    Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x

    [Krayzie Bone]
    Motherfucker, go get you some
    Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at
    Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this
    To the ??? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker
    What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
    Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
    Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
    What they say? "Oh nothin'"
    Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey)
    That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change
    Still the same name, love the face
    Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
    You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
    Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
    Protected by the niner, when you careful
    The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock
    Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff
    Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel
    What's pumpin' the shotgun?
    Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect
    That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me
    Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
    Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat
    Just like that

    [Da Brat]
    I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin'
    Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
    Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take
    Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate
    Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
    The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated
    My lyrical content send other bitches to convents
    Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
    Been the bomb since '74 Aries
    I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
    He want to get in between the sheets
    Leave the wallet and the keys for me
    I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me
    Nigga, we can fuck free frequently
    You study me, but another me could never be sold
    Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4
    When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off
    Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off
    When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high
    Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase
    Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die


    See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed
    I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck
    Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up
    Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?
    Niggas can't fuck with us
    Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
    And you know that if I peel I got mo'
    Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
    When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
    Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy"
    Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self
    How you shit on shelf and how you sit around
    Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def
    I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien
    Never been known to play with
    Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit
    With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks
    What y'all need to do is shut up
    And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook

    [Chorus til end]


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