Jermaine Dupri – Hate Blood

Jermaine Dupri – Hate Blood Lyrics

Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Song: Hate Blood

(feat. Freeway, Jadakiss)
What?
Y’all got hate in your blood
(This is f#cked up)

Y’all got hate in your blood
(This is f#cked up man)
Y’all got hate in your blood
Listen

I know y’all n#gg#s want me
I hear y’all n#gg#s plottin’
I see y’all n#gg#s lookin’
But I ain’t stoppin’, I’m gone, in something fast

Through the city with no top
That reach 220 on the dash, I’m so hot
In everybody’s hood with other n#gg#s’ hoes
I’m throwin’ paper at them b#tches

Screamin’ So So
Now every spot I hit
I’m hearing different sh#t
About homies that want me that weren’t with me when I started this

It’s f#cked up but I
But I can’t let these n#gg#s blurry my vision
On where I’m going and how I’m living, ya know?
I got a daughter now, young age three

If her daddy don’t shine, then my shorty won’t eat
Feel me?
Do I floss? Yes!
Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin’ my self

It’s bad, I feel your pain dawg
But the only thing I’m about to change is the game m#th*rf#ck*r!
If you’re sick of seeing n#gg#s pop Cris
And talkin’ bout stacking chips

You know what?!
(You got hate in your blood)
Sick of seeing Bentley’s
And hearing n#gg#s talk about sittin’ on dubs

(You got hate in your blood)
If you’re sick of seeing artists
And hearing artists
You know what!

(You got hate in your blood)
Listen I know you n#gg#s want me
I hear you n#gg#s plottin’
I see you n#gg#s lookin’

But I ain’t stoppin, it’s on
Papi had raw, then I bought him out
You know me, f#ck n#gg#s
Kill ’em all, let God sort ’em out

Rapid fire got my hands shakin’
And everybody hate dyin’
But most n#gg#s die hatin’
While y’all run to the bank

I run to the brink
A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink
I got a glass kitchen
You can see what’s under my sink

And I do sh#t just to do it
Too much money to think
So you can hate all you want
I’mma still be ‘Kiss

Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich
Jd’s the architect, he built these hits
Ruff Ryder’s, So So Def, feel this sh#t
And you can tell any one of your boys

You might find ’em in a hood near you and any one of his toys
Cause I know you got hate in your blood
Still dump eight in your mug
So c*** sucker take it and love, uh

Somebody tell me why man
Somebody tell me why
Do n#gg#s just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
Let me explain something to y’all about me man

Why y’all think I was the first rap n#gg# on Mtv Cribs?
Cause I’m a young, fly, flashy m#th*rf#ck*r
Y’all think I’mma stop, f#ck naw
I’mma keep ridin’ down the block with my hat bent

In the black bent, with them dubs on that sh#t
We gon’ still be in the club poppin’ Cristal
Pourin’ Belvidere on b#tches
We don’t give A f#ck man

A matter of fact I wish I could smack the sh#t
Out of one y’all n#gg#s right now with some money
But you know what I’m saying
Cause y’all n#gg#s just hate, hate, hate

Well y’all gonna have to just keep hatin’ m#th*rf#ck*rs
b#tch!
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Instructions (Explicit Version) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2001