hater, I think you're a hater Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go Haters everywhere we go, where we go Haters going down for the count [Verse 1 - B.o
think your a hater Haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go, haters everywhere we go, where we go, Haters goin down for the count. [Verse 1: B.O.B
: Inside jokes that I don't get making me despise your crew. When the bands aren't playing it sounds like I'm at a fucking zoo. Not funny or amusing.
just like that It's just like that If you say somethin I swear that we'll be right back [B.G.] I'm quick to bust a hater..., just like that If he play
ll be blinded, and I know you don't like when I wear ice I know you gon' let me burn, I'm "h" "o" "t" I know you gon' let me be me - that's B.G. I know
di rap futuristico Ok! Rap futuristico A B Rap futuristico Ab Ab Ab AB Rap futuristico Fa Bri Rap futuristico Fabri fabri fabri fabri Rap turubistico B
Konkurrenten ich sehe sie eifern uns nach und wo sind die Freunde, die Fans und Supporter ich hore sie schreien den Namen, B - A - N - J - O ! [Verse
vehicle and I'm a oops baby And if I'm wearin my chain it's 380 Like Fat Joe, nigga you crazy? Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S Have it how you want
rhyme half naked Why use R&B to have a hit record Why does evrybody and their mama mc Why does new hot shit sound wack to me How am I a hater if I
un cute beat 2 cute J C?est bakawalooloo girl cute key J'fume du cute weed J'reve au cute geez Mais one day Vrrooum dans une cute B Mon J.O.B. me cruise
plastic tears like last year, ni**az stuck in the past, and it's clear Just some busta a*s bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B
boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya (yeeah!) Times running out, I'm a get ya boy! [50 Cent:] I threw a B-Boy style. - Bullet wound
she like you or she like what she got? Tryin to maintain Tearin niggas out the frame Semi automatic flows You know how it goes Boss B-O-S-S-M-A-N Gun
, yo Chief, pass the Buddha [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] When I was young my M.O. was to go hand-to-hand And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger
ask around, they tell you who the rawest in town Cause I'm a +Thug By Nature+, strictly for the paper Ain't nobody steppin to Steve (B-O-N-E) I come with
day I gotta get paid Who got the biggest boulder Who servin' tha fiends [Repeat] [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Now could this be B-O-B The bad boy the Bone
but the only way you'll make it Givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit Because the hater's gonna hate, and
