Young Buck] Let 'em hate Let 'em hate Let 'em hate Let 'em hate Fuck them hos What? this the way I roll Just a gangsta, hustler this all I know Let 'em
good [Verse 4: Young Buck] She calls me daddy, carries my luie vuton luggage Frank mulers my wrist and she's using your money These round trip flights, dinner at benny Hondas I call em
and the birds fly south Even Young Buck can vouch When the doubts was out, who gave the west mouth-to-mouth?! [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (Lloyd Banks) Hate
(shhiit) [Verse 5: 50 Cent] I'm a tell you what Banks told me "cus go head switch the style up" And if the hate then let 'em hate and watch the money
I can show you A perfectly poverty stricken people with no view. And I bet you can't believe this, They never heard of jesus. Heard of young buck, lil wayne, and young
ll die if I don't get no ends. I'm in a bucket with 'em ridin' it like it's a Benz. I hate to stip let my music bump, Drinkin' liquor, and I'm lookin'
you can chirp it - if you work it [Young Buck] Let me take these bricks and break 'em down If you want I can serve 'em by the pound Shorty know she'
birds fly south Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)] Hate
like I crush the hashish If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me man I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans Let me show you
Young Buck] Keep my name out ya mouth Before them AK shells come straight in ya house Won't stop 'till ya whole block layin' hit 'em all up buck buck
me you love me - don't stare at me man! I'd hate to be in the Benz clapping one of my fans. Let me show you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you
have them?) Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, before we go any further, let's talk about friends. [Bizzy] My mind can't hate 'em, and even all ah
my dick But since we talking about my dick All of you haters say hi to it I'm Done [Twista:] Now let a track go past like this and Twista not fuck with
these niggas always wonder who, Then they meet my pop and tell 'I'm ''Drake is just a younger you'', And shawty wanna party so don't let yo girl up out
the streets with no talent scout And now my face bring the cameras out That young nigga these industry bitches yap about U kno the one the cops buck u
