Point Blank, Big Hawk, Z-Ro - Who That Hatin' lyrics

Kaboom! Look who stepped in the room
You know I'm bloody than a gunshot wound
You don't like the animals then get
The fuck out the zoo
What goddamn girl, yeah I see the tattoo
Just do what you do, and I'ma do me
Fuck the dumb shit
I got the whole world to see
I'm trying to fly the friendly skies
Sail the seas
Lay my eyes on something that I seldom see
Jump in the game head
First blazed these streets
Whatever I got to do to plant my feet
Cause Point Blank the Bull is hard as hell
Battle anybody I don't care you tell
Boy, I got the big weight
Put it on the scale
I'm giving it away, share it with your gal
You know how the story go
I come from the bottom
Snatch the game up by the neck, now I got em
Who shot em, I saw it, but I can't tell it
Drop the hot shit act like
They can't smell it
I ain't buying what your selling
What the fuck i'm supposed to do?
Believe everything a mother fucker tell me
These streets getting scary and scary
No matter what happen
I'm a always be reggie
I'm a always be cocked and ready
Always in the game, heavy heavy heavy, shit

Who that hatin' on the Southside blau
Nobody now

Who is it? Opportunity knocking at your door
Strong arming the industry
Opposition get Figure-4'ed
I don't give a fuck about
Nary one of these niggas
I'll catch a case behind every
One of these niggas
I'm a gangsta, but a nigga don't be flagging
Undercover plugging motherfuckers Z-Ro
Be bodybagging
No nigga no bitch get love from Ro
Nothing available but mean mugs
And slugs from Ro fuck your life
And everything that comes with it
Mo City Don murder your existence
Wife daughter and son with it
And if I don't get acquitted
Who the grim reaper gon' visit
Trae gon' take an axe to your
Family tree and split it screaming timber
Shit will happen January through December
We them niggas
Niggas be watching they mouth around remember
My motherfucking name Z-Ro the
Crooked is pain fuck with me and you
Might never breathe again
I'm the mercenary messiah my ministries
Mingle in the mind
Till them niggas try to finish me
But barely blow my high
Monday through Sunday you only get one Ro
I refuse to switcheroo just
To accomodate a hoe
I was sprung on that pearl
Tongue once in my life
But now ain't nothing important to me
But purple and a sprite
And I'ma always be the crooked
Z-Ro the Mo City Don
Until i die with blood money in my palm

Who that hatin' on the Southside blau
Nobody now

Its B-IG Hawk of the S-U-C
Screw bet me, been screwed up since '93
I'm armed and ready
Also I'm armed and deadly
10 years in this shit so I'm heavy, heavy
64 Chevy, drop my bitch on it's belly
Southside lunatic but I don't run with Nelly
Ace of spades, that means I'm not afraid
Not easy to persuade when i pull my blade
I'll untie your braids and
Turn them into waves
Handmade hand grenades when I do that man
This ain't no masturbate when I cock and aim
Point blank range, bullet holes in ya brain
Knee deep in this game, and that's a fact
I'm grinding for Pat
So there ain't no turning back
Fat dro sacks artillerys 9's and racks
And for that stack
I won't cut a nigga no slack