Aint it fucked up.That when you work real hard to get sum shit. And finally make it to tha top an shit.
Then it's a whole gang of motherfuckers that hate that shit and wanna take that shit (Whats goin on?)
-Krayzie Bone-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?
-Krayzie Bone-{Da Brat}-
(Nigga don't you hate on me) 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, yall niggas get fried to this/
Tear tha roof off the mother, tell me who the thuggish in this motherfucker/
What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin/
Niggas wanna beat me 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"/
Busta, hit'em in his shit anyway (Hey)/
That's how we play, still thuggin' ain't a thang change/
Still the same name, Leathaface/
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say/
You fuckin' with the real, you bound to get dusted/
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit/
Protected by the nina, when you careful/
The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to hit the whole spot/
Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff/
Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with these socoms/
Poppin' the shotgun/
Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect/
That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me {Nigga you don't}/
Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD/
Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, brat-tat-tat/
Just like that
-Da Brat-
I ain't tend' to be the bitch to procrastinate/
Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake/
Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take/
Make a motherfucker masturbate, 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-
-Jermaine Dupri-
(See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me
stuck)
I'm fly no matter what/ Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck/
Not to mention that a 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/
Yall peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on/
When the wheel on by yall 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 yall 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 yall need to do is shut up/
And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Jermaine Dupri album Life in 1492 also available on the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album The Collection, Volume 2