Beenie Man, Mr. Easy - Haters and Fools lyrics
[Beenie Man, Mr. Easy - Haters and Fools lyrics]
No weapon that rise against I
Shall prosper'cause I'm Moses yeah hahahaha
Yeah issues
Certain things we haffi to talk about
Life is one big road badmind
Envy all want to see me go behind bars yo
Tell mi when niggas will stop sending other
Niggas to the pen
Bitches will stop hating other
Bitches for their men
People player hating other people will it end
Listen to the blend, tell them come again
Fake ass niggas they can never be my friends
Back stabbing fools I think
It's time you comprehend
We making crazy money so stop
Watching what we spend we multiply by ten
Selassie fly the gate
I trample all my enemies cause
Man a hold the faith
Mi naw go call no name mi friend
But nuff a dem nuh straight
We busy making money nuff a dem a player hate
Dem fassy deh a bait
Well Beenie Man yuh great
Survival of the fittest and
The vibe I generate
And people give me money for
The style that I create
Even to this date, nuff a dem nuh rate
The works that I perform and
All the good I instigate
So yuh want to run the
Place? Well yuh better wait
Cause nuff a unno want fi box
The food outta mi plate you old pirate
Haters and fools, treating me cruel
Putting me down, don't want them around
Sons acting crazy, for money and cars
Fools wanna see, me go behind bars
They want to see me die
They wanna see me die no doubt
Beenie Man shining and they all
Wanna get me out
Know that they don't like me from
The day I came about
Fassys are behind my back running up their
We be rolling twenty deep
And niggas got clout
Big up my colleagues who
Making money down south
Sailing the Caribbean in million dollar boats
In winter we'll be wearing fur coats
Unfortunately, me and the fassy them at war
Judging from my jewellery you can
Tell I am a star
No ordinary fool can't push a fifty-G car
Nuff a dem a suffer and we
All know who they are
Lot a them don't like us cause
Their money fit's in jars
We making fat bank account
And living like Tzars
Snitches are working for me to be behind bars
This time they went a little too far
Haters and fools, treating me cruel
Putting me down, don't want them around
Sons acting crazy, for money and cars
Fools wanna see, me go behind bars
Shall prosper'cause I'm Moses yeah hahahaha
Yeah issues
Certain things we haffi to talk about
Life is one big road badmind
Envy all want to see me go behind bars yo
Tell mi when niggas will stop sending other
Niggas to the pen
Bitches will stop hating other
Bitches for their men
People player hating other people will it end
Listen to the blend, tell them come again
Fake ass niggas they can never be my friends
Back stabbing fools I think
It's time you comprehend
We making crazy money so stop
Watching what we spend we multiply by ten
Selassie fly the gate
I trample all my enemies cause
Man a hold the faith
Mi naw go call no name mi friend
But nuff a dem nuh straight
We busy making money nuff a dem a player hate
Dem fassy deh a bait
Well Beenie Man yuh great
Survival of the fittest and
The vibe I generate
And people give me money for
The style that I create
Even to this date, nuff a dem nuh rate
The works that I perform and
All the good I instigate
So yuh want to run the
Place? Well yuh better wait
Cause nuff a unno want fi box
The food outta mi plate you old pirate
Haters and fools, treating me cruel
Putting me down, don't want them around
Sons acting crazy, for money and cars
Fools wanna see, me go behind bars
They want to see me die
They wanna see me die no doubt
Beenie Man shining and they all
Wanna get me out
Know that they don't like me from
The day I came about
Fassys are behind my back running up their
We be rolling twenty deep
And niggas got clout
Big up my colleagues who
Making money down south
Sailing the Caribbean in million dollar boats
In winter we'll be wearing fur coats
Unfortunately, me and the fassy them at war
Judging from my jewellery you can
Tell I am a star
No ordinary fool can't push a fifty-G car
Nuff a dem a suffer and we
All know who they are
Lot a them don't like us cause
Their money fit's in jars
We making fat bank account
And living like Tzars
Snitches are working for me to be behind bars
This time they went a little too far
Haters and fools, treating me cruel
Putting me down, don't want them around
Sons acting crazy, for money and cars
Fools wanna see, me go behind bars