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to pop
Drop another brother motherfucka blackland
We the south, tell me you bout it
I really doubt it
Shooters run up to keep me out the violence
Niggas be

if we've got the time but
Maybe you will get it by the end of this rhyme
Hey I doubt it
But I'll take the company
Only empty vessels surrounding me

Hate in Yo Eyes

Mack 10

Bang or Ball

2001

You can hear it bumpin through the door
It's a party jumpin on the floor
And from the way it sound it ain't no doubt (whassup?)
That the West coast

mathematics

I was made in God's image no wonder I hate division
No form of revision will get me to like the sum that's given
Divided homes will fall, not

Seem like everybody out there tripping I'm just trying to make a living
Mother fucker why you hate
It just make me want to slip a clip in hit

Swartzenager Total Recall,
Got ya bitch gushin' Niagara Falls
Bitch don't hmu I'm not acceptin' calls
No text either, bitch ion need ya.
I don't wanna feed ya,

I don't like playing favorites
You know how much I hate it
I never wanted to break anyone's heart
It's tearing up my insides
Because I have to pick

to eat, no place to sleep
I mean shii that's that shit that made me
Don't trust niggas Reasonable Doubt I feel like Jay-Z
Let so many people in my heart

better
Nigga’z wanna hate with no cheddar
How quick nigga’z wanna doubt 
When I pull up on block with the barrela  
Oh no it’s fucked up 
Nigga’z talk I

done, 
if you had her life you'd probably never feel her shoes 

Couple years gone by we gotta celebrate 
We done come a long way, fuck all of the hate

No one is safe from me baby
I'll break your heart until you hate me
I want to change for you baby
Hard when the streets been callin' me lately
No one

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin

Havana Syndrome

God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy

I'm making it mine
I hate wasting my time feeling sorry for myself
Sick of being sick, sickened by the pictures on my shelf
Of past times when I maybe

to replace it,
Lost in your love, girl, I'm so goddamn wasted.
I'm sippin' on this pain, drownin' in my sorrows,
You got me goin' insane, no brighter

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

please
Fall off me me me

[Just getting high]

You hate it all
They say you're bored
Can't find the way
To get a life
Someone, somewhere
It's all good
No

Boombox

The Lonely Island

Incredibad

2009

no way these people will ever cut loose

But then I walk in the room, hold my boombox high
And what happened next, will blow your mind

Everything

there's no doubt
I know you hate it too, that's why you scream n shout
Just in case you didn't hear it word of mouth
(That)

You're a piece of shit wait

calm down
Use to doubt me but they looking now

Play your part
Just know he working
Haters hate to see you walking I'm your purpose

Play your part
Just

guys might kill him I’m conflicted by religion
I’m no tough guy but tough guys love a nigga
They might untuck and pop for a box of liquor
They

must have your reasons to stay
Came about them by eating away
All the glitter you had in your veins
Now, I'm not scared no more
And it must be the sight

me down

There are no smiles when living on the murder mile
I think I'm drowning in self doubt again
But you can never really tell when you're

let hate bring me down
I will never let self-doubt defeat me
I will never fear growth
It's my time for happiness
It's my time for unexpected blessings