JD (Jermaine Dupri)

JD (Jermaine Dupri) - Don't Hate On Me lyrics

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[Da Brat talking]
 [Chorus]
 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

 [Chorus]

 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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Language: English

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