Nas, Dave East - The Hated lyrics

We gotta get it they hated Esco
They hated Escobar i'm still here
Dave East talk that talk streets need that
NYC, LA, Chicago, Detroit, the whole world
Lets get it

I had a basic plan
Get out the projects and never look back
Could still smell the aroma from when
My uncle would cook crack
One conversation between homies
Better yet brothers
That used to spend the night with each other
They moms was best friends
One name was Anthony
The hood called 'em Ant Live
Kept his pistol on 'em
So he bought a bigger pant size
He got a little colder the moment
He watched his man die
That was ten years ago
Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow
Now he throw a set up anywhere he go
He just a product of his environment
Told me he'd rather die than
Ever go to Rikers again
Did a bid, his celly was blood
He studied five percent
Came home, like let niggas see me
I'll never ride with tint
Cory was his right hand man
His mother up North
She was busting checks with the wrong nigga
He popped Xannies and he just
Want him some strong liquor
Loser attitude, he miserable
For years he tried to get a lick or two
Moms beggin' him to finish school
But non-sense he get into
Ant' met Cory when they
Was kids with innocence
Ant' hated his dad around 'cause
That nigga was militant
Cory found a holder pass, some cash
They could triple it double it, stack it up
Cory ain't never want to spend
Ant' was blowing money fast
Big Meeching when he shopped
Flashy nigga, body wrapped
In diamonds, necklace, and the watch
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living
In a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib
I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range
Now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living
In a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib
I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range
Now I park it

Ant' and Cory set up a trap
Fiends in and out of that
No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him
But he got it back
Six in the morning with baggies on
Him was a way of life
Streets will teach you quick
Ain't nothing free, pay the price
Eviction notice in the kitchen
Your bitch will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him
Ant' fuck with 'yola
Got kicked out his moms crib
She found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers up North
He rubbed a couple shoulders
Cory told Ant' on the V
I the block was changing
Ant' told Cory be grateful, freedoms' amazing
Three and half light bid
Ant' stayed in drama he was light skinned
Outside before you niggas was typing
No MySpace cory and Ant' had butter rockin'
The other younger niggas from the block
Just loved to watch him
Couple hate us, but nothing major
They knew the streets niggas caught Cory
Made him take off that new Philippe
Cory took it on the chin
He wasn't new to beef
Killers kill you for talking
All you gotta do is speak thats a man down
Ant' told Cory have the fam 'round
And keep on shitting on niggas
Until your pants brown they hustle low
So much evidence that cam found
Cory got nervous whenever they
Spun that Van 'round
They snatched him and talked about
The way he got it
Broke the code, that was snitchin'
It ain't no way around it

They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living
In a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib
I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range
Now I park it
They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin
(They gon' hate) eight niggas living
In a two-bedroom apartment
No lights up in the crib
I guess I came up out the darkness
Mood change when I spark it, new Range
Now I park it

Ayo' East it's your man, Nas Esco'
Keep doin' what you do
Peace be on to you my young brother
Young king