Queen Latifah, The Unit - 100% Hater Proof lyrics

[Queen Latifah, The Unit - 100% Hater Proof lyrics]

When I come through in the drop
Why they lookin' surprised?
There they go again, them haters
And I can tell that they hatin'
From the look in their eyes
There they go again, them haters
And I can tell from the stares
When they look at my team
There they go again, them haters
They admirin' the jewels and
They notice the gleam
There they go again, them haters

(Hater proof)
I'm sittin' here tryin' to figure out
Is it your job to ride dick?
Or you just don't like me and
Wanna hate on Rah shit
Or you really don't know what you doin'
But you just doin' what
You usually be doin'
You a hater, it comes naturally
I'm on some Mary Blige shit, no hater way
Yo hater way
Get your ass kicked like a 8 away
(I'm dead serious)
In Hollywood with Queen Lah
Can't hate on my shit
23s on the Caddy, can't hate on my whip
C'mon

Is it because I don't need
Music to get money, y'all hate me?
Or you mad cuz I been
Eatin' since y'all was babies?
I'ma grown ass woman, quit playin'
Haters all in my biz
Prayin' that Dana won't do it again
What you mad cuz I been
Holdin' it down with Shakim?
And you switch managers every year
But still they not him
We got TV on lock down, whole Unit hot now
Billboard Number 1
I'm claimin' my spot now


Yo they see the way I move in the drop
I cruise through the stop sign
Movin' through ya block
My shoes and my watch
I'm Gucci to the socks
Y'all niggas hate me
I'm cool and I'm hot, chain feel like AC
Basically none can wit' P
You stuck in three
I'm fifth gear, locked man wrist wear
Shit yeah, demolishin' the game
But don't worry
I plan to retire in six years

Another day, time pass baby
Y'all still hatin', it's all good
It's my turn, I'm takin', but cousin
It's still hood
Money ain't change shit except the
Jewels and the whips
The zeroes at the end of my deposit slips
I'm still street, it's in me
Don't force it outta me
Cuz when I street sweep
The heat swing rapidly
Life's so- I just learned when
No one gimme shit
I struggle to burn to earn this life

Playa bench, listen
Haters with no money, they see me
It's so funny i start fillin' six
Start throwin' up money
Ballin', yo I'm addicted
I just can't stop
When the cops yell "Freeze" I
Show 'em the watch then I hop out the drop
And there ain't no beef
Ice grillin' all the time
I got platinum teef
Now everybody hollerin' "Louis 13th"
And I don't mean to toot my
Own horn but beep beep

They 'magine the donuts and
I get crazier cash
Leave 'em sleepin' wit' the fishes
Like Hanks and the splash
Hate the size of the watch and
The way that it flash
Hey buddy, look out front
That's a Jag for you ass
I'm talkin' the whole nine
Wood grain in the dash
And honest, you can get the whole nine
Talk trash rappers get ate fast
And when I say "ate fast"
I mean pullin' the pistol and
Givin' 'em 8 fast

100% hater proof 100% hater proof
100% hater proof

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