Z-Ro - H.A.T.E. lyrics
[Z-Ro - H.A.T.E. lyrics]
Hey why they hate me like I stole something
That make a nigga wanna roll something
But, I'm they closest partner
If I let em hold something
Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers
So let the whole world, taste my tears
When they roll they represent anger
Paranoid with one in the chamber
Deliver heads shots to my foes
And make them do a gainer
And when they splash it's a blood bath
And I trust no one ain't no
More chunking up the deuce
When my thugs pass
Live my life in silentary confinement
Away from y'all if I needed artillery
Could I even get the K from y'all
I'm all alone in the ways of the wicked
Since I can't stand you hoes
Forever lonely when I kick it, in the lumino
With straps and shells
My life is murder and mail
The opposition see me coming
And they blast they self
This for my homies that don't know me
When I'm broke
Swear to God I hope you motherfuckers
Choke, when my gun smoke, hate
The H is for these hoe niggas
That's all in my face
And the A is for the actions
That these bitch niggas take
And the T is for the tommy
Gun that's bout to blast
And the E is for eternal cause I ever last
I be feeling like Pac
Because I wonder if they still down
Facing homicide from haters
But my homies didn't even spill rounds
Fuck y'all, I hate you motherfuckers to death
Remember times, when I stopped niggas from
Clutching your chest
I live in bulletproof vests, but it seems
The only time I got family
Is when a nigga dream
So fuck sleep, I'm on a 24 hour grind
Look at your darling son
Now mama I'm out of my mind
I don't know how to be
Happy and I can't smile
And fuck a bitch cause she be
Plotting on how to get you
When y'all walking down the isle
The same motherfuckers that you care for
Look how they do you
They don't love you pick up
Your pistol and therefor
Represent yourself with the plastic
Cause me myself
Wanna put all of you motherfuckers in caskets
Fuck love
Unless it's coming from the heaven up above
My hatred being written in blood, hate
There ain't no telling if a nigga make it
I might be stuck in the slums
A walking target, steady ducking the gun
Believe in me and you can keep your wife
There'll be no hostages
Just give me what I'm looking
For and keep your life
I'm military minded, you can ask Klondike Kat
Even if they bomb first
Z-Ro about to bomb right back
I give a fuck about your life now
Slugs hitting your windpipe now
Guess you could say, I'm living shife now
All about my fetty
Till I bubble like some champagne
Z-Ro the Crooked
The most valuable player up in this rap game
So back back back back
Be sure to give me more than fifty
Automatic rounds, down to pass that
Murder my foes, then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga, when
I ain't have no ends, hate
Murder my foes, then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga, when
A nigga wasn't chopping a Benz, hate
That make a nigga wanna roll something
But, I'm they closest partner
If I let em hold something
Good for nothing, but making me hate my peers
So let the whole world, taste my tears
When they roll they represent anger
Paranoid with one in the chamber
Deliver heads shots to my foes
And make them do a gainer
And when they splash it's a blood bath
And I trust no one ain't no
More chunking up the deuce
When my thugs pass
Live my life in silentary confinement
Away from y'all if I needed artillery
Could I even get the K from y'all
I'm all alone in the ways of the wicked
Since I can't stand you hoes
Forever lonely when I kick it, in the lumino
With straps and shells
My life is murder and mail
The opposition see me coming
And they blast they self
This for my homies that don't know me
When I'm broke
Swear to God I hope you motherfuckers
Choke, when my gun smoke, hate
The H is for these hoe niggas
That's all in my face
And the A is for the actions
That these bitch niggas take
And the T is for the tommy
Gun that's bout to blast
And the E is for eternal cause I ever last
I be feeling like Pac
Because I wonder if they still down
Facing homicide from haters
But my homies didn't even spill rounds
Fuck y'all, I hate you motherfuckers to death
Remember times, when I stopped niggas from
Clutching your chest
I live in bulletproof vests, but it seems
The only time I got family
Is when a nigga dream
So fuck sleep, I'm on a 24 hour grind
Look at your darling son
Now mama I'm out of my mind
I don't know how to be
Happy and I can't smile
And fuck a bitch cause she be
Plotting on how to get you
When y'all walking down the isle
The same motherfuckers that you care for
Look how they do you
They don't love you pick up
Your pistol and therefor
Represent yourself with the plastic
Cause me myself
Wanna put all of you motherfuckers in caskets
Fuck love
Unless it's coming from the heaven up above
My hatred being written in blood, hate
There ain't no telling if a nigga make it
I might be stuck in the slums
A walking target, steady ducking the gun
Believe in me and you can keep your wife
There'll be no hostages
Just give me what I'm looking
For and keep your life
I'm military minded, you can ask Klondike Kat
Even if they bomb first
Z-Ro about to bomb right back
I give a fuck about your life now
Slugs hitting your windpipe now
Guess you could say, I'm living shife now
All about my fetty
Till I bubble like some champagne
Z-Ro the Crooked
The most valuable player up in this rap game
So back back back back
Be sure to give me more than fifty
Automatic rounds, down to pass that
Murder my foes, then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga, when
I ain't have no ends, hate
Murder my foes, then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga, when
A nigga wasn't chopping a Benz, hate