Illy, Spit Syndicate - Haters Wanna Copy lyrics

"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"
Wassup ayy
Wassup said I be "Hanging with the posse
Haters wanna copy" wassup
Yeah, ayy wassup
Yeah, yeah, I be "Hanging with the posse
Haters wanna copy" yeah

So I'm like, "Chill, bitch"
Hit the kill switch, hella faded
Been elevated, been on real shit, been sayin'
For the longest my familia be the greatest
Status, respect is what you pay them
When you play this game the
Haters want a control seat
But don't seem to get
You can't seasoned vets
Like I'm a product of my city
They synonymous with Sydney
I say I Dub, well, come to mine, brah
Lupe and Jimmy


Still there's fuck boys thinkin' they
Can hang around the heat
Talk turn up shit's a matter of degrees
And we ain't balkin', we enforcin'
We ain't snappin' at your feet
Cold killers on the beat
Toe tag it up and leave
And got a whole lot more fuel in the locker
No water shed settle score for them
Don't make this shit awkward with
While squad up on high beam
Isn't that shit obvi'?
And if you wanna find me, bitch
You know that I be

"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"
Wassup ayy
Wassup said I be "Hanging with the posse
Haters wanna copy" wassup
Yeah, ayy wassup
I be
"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"

Shit, I'm an I Dub representer
In nightclub sippin' Limoncello
Fly cunts keep a seventh letter
She want me to chase her
But I never sweat her
They say "How you doin'
Nick?", I said "Bitch, never better"
'Cause, I never waste a second
Of mine on a hater don't even rate her
Mention not even on my radar
All I got on my radar is pasta and paper
And rhymes, I been on the grind like skaters
Uh, I'm from an era where
The battles were legitimate
You watch from the side of the
Cypher before you get in it
You studied your craft 'fore you
Put it on the internet
You'll never pass if you
Spittin' it illiterate
Uh, we get the spot buzzin'
Run a muck brother we in the dutch oven
Y'all into dutch rudders
Y'all ain't got nothin'
Just a bunch of dumb suckers
If you really want somethin'
Then wassup motherfuckers, i be

"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"
Wassup ayy
Wassup said I be "Hanging with the posse
Haters wanna copy" wassup
Yeah, ayy wassup
Lookin' for me, I be
"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"

I know the difference between walkin'
Together and being led
Led, eatin' together and bein' fed
Anything that you hear may not
Always be what was said
When you playin' Chinese whispers with
The prisoners in your head
Never let another's position
Effect your vision
We don't own no television, we go-getters
We livin' listen, the truth missin' like the
Desert in the rain, or
Kendrick and Sherane
So I'm the black box on the plane
Know what I'm sayin'? My hand on my willie
My other hand brush off sand from my sashimi
Call up my boy, Illy
"What's the status of the CD?"
The plaque's now dipped in
Gold like Nefertiti
Well, we ain't seein' no parallels in sales
But true homies keep it straight
Up and down like half-12
Why would you fuckers hate when
There's love to be made?
'Cause we got ladies ravioli
Racking rappers on my plate

"Hanging with the posse, haters wanna copy"
Wassup ayy
Wassup said I be "Hanging with the posse
Haters wanna copy" wassup
Ayy wassup
Said I be "Hanging with the posse
Haters wanna copy" wassup
Ayy said I be "Hanging with the posse
Haters wanna copy" wassup
Ayy said I be "Hanging with the posse
Haters wanna copy"