I'm riding with my fire Haters (They Some) Haters (They Some) Haters (They Some) Haters [Verse 3: D-Mac] I got haters over here, haters over there I'
while tryin to explain why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous-ass player-haters gaming
smoke like marley i niggaz ride harleys i hurt ya daughter feelings mrs.jackson I'm sorry i'm pimpin like goldie and ballin like koby these haters get
you burnin on the sax We had to sho' you up, and put Fresno on the map Now we sowed it up, now you haters hate back While I keep it movin, showing and
car, under each garage do' From the Rolls Royce, that rides like hydro That white 550, nigga, kicking like Tae Bo I don't give a fuck, what ya haters
are down to brawl with my niggas I hang with gang bang niggas Got the niggas You the niggas I got the niggas Like Big Dog, Mac Mac, Will and foster
infinity, love thy enemy Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps with baseball bats ('TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC
he can't with the fuckin seats back Got the paint job tho And the fuckin seats cracked [Chorus] I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dopeboy I got
: (feat. Gudda Gudda) [Gudda Gudda:] Mo money (uh), Mo bitches Mo worth, Mo haters, equals mo snitches, yea Mo digits, no, mo commas Me affiliated with
big black truck Should i wild out, what the fuck?! Act like my rims ain't clean How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like aftro
nigga, cuz homeboy, it's a wrap Commit a driveby with the music expressed there, and then toss the gat Hop on the Red Eye to NYC though - D&D linked with
tryna savor Shorty saying Khalifa Man should have his own flavor Haters wanna be me, but can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's All black eleven's, Mac-11 with
ratchets go, come out ya face get what you askin fo' I make haters run like relays through the P.J.'s, homey It's B.K, C.K., D-Day, homey Keep metal,
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never
whatever you like, if you like I said you can have whatever you like, if you like Yeah Take you out for dinner anywhere that you please Like Burger King or Mickey D
way back in the day before I came of age, I watched the hustlas play/ Low key, I studied game/ I knew I'd make a name, who knew it'd come with fame/ Ya
people from the Bay all the way to D.C. Ask the boy R P an' K R E D About a hog, out the valley named Legitimate B I'm a mac, I rap on special request
He's a hustler, unbound by law A self-made millionaire With a reckless disregard for the haters Ludacris on Southern Gangsta A true entrepre-negro CEO
