Memphis Bleek, N.O.R.E. - Why You Wanna Hate For lyrics

Get your ones, get your guns
Muthafucker it's on
New millennium, and what? Bleek re-born
All the haters eat a dick
Who I'm riding with bitch
You know the game and the name
I ain't change for shit
I toke cuatro cinco, when uno says
Keep uno in the head
You wouldn't fuck with this
My guns German, bullets burning
Where them bricks I'm searching
I need the money urgent
And I'm rushing, you slowing me down
Ain't no holding me now i'm out the gate
On the throne and I'm holding it down
All my niggas on the run
You's to eat for a reason
Fuck around and holla wrong
Me and NORE come in squeezing
And these streets is mine, M-E-M-P-H
I got style i make it look good being wild
With da game I got, anything I got
I hate everything in site
Whether aiming or not

Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
Why you niggas all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all
Wanna turn states for, ha?
Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
Why you niggas all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all
Wanna turn states for, ha?

What, what, I do this shit for the streets
Just left Iraq, bout to meet with Bleek
Aiyo, and we both got weed in tons
When me and MemphMan
Smoke the call us laser lungs!
Thugged Out, Roc-a-Fella, big bank accounts
On the sky-tel with big type
And bring the ounce clip on niggas
Niggas just be seeing me cussing
How you dig up with my style
The way I be rushing
Just to style you head in
You drove to a dead end
So what you gon' do now, once I but lead in
I say what, what, now y'all say what, what
I say, that I'm a thug
Now y'all wanna be thugs
And I admit that I'm a
Hustler just hustling drugs
Yet I do this shit because crime pays
I'lI rock a Cesear and doo rag
And I don't got waves
(don't got waves, don't got waves
Don't got waves)

Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
Why you niggas all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all
Wanna turn states for, ha?
Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
Why you niggas all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all
Wanna turn states for, ha?

Yo, yo, yo, niggas wanna turn states
Just hand me the eight
Have a crib in Iraq, for the Memph escape
Where the D's won't find me
Trees is lime green
Hoes give head just to ride and watch springs
Niggas gon' hate, cause we trying to get rich
My steak got A1, I can taste the chips
Give them facial hit's
From the chrome thou flip
With the serious scratch
Get them pinnacles back
You can take some nigga
You wouldn't take some of these
My bullets heat up and burn, nigga
Feel my sting
For the 9 double 9, these streets is Bleek
All my niggas on the run just got to eat

Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
Why you niggas all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all
Wanna turn states for, ha?
Yo, what you niggas wanna hate for?
Why you niggas all running outta state for?
You ain't thugs and you niggas can't take for
Now you snitchin' why y'all
Wanna turn states for, ha?