Don't Hate On Me

"DON'T HATE ON ME"
JERMAINE DUPRI featuring Da Brat and Krayzie Bone

Krayzie Bone:
On and on and on . . .
Let's get it on and ride . . .

Da Brat:
Ain't it fucked up that when you work real hard to get some shit, and finally make it to the top and shit, that it's a whole gang of muthafuckas that hate that shit, and wanna take that shit?

Krayzie Bone:
Nigga, don't you hate on me. Why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me. Why don't you go and get you some?

Krayzie Bone:
Nigga, don't you hate on me, muthafucka. Go get you some. Get off my dick and get out my mix, and tell me: where the real niggas at? Put your blunts in the air. Y'all niggas, get fried to this. Tear the roof off the mother. Tell me: who the thuggest in this muthafucka? What you niggas really wanna do: be ballers flossin'? Niggas wanna be me, so they gotta be talkin'. Oh, we be hearin' what they say. And when I'm in their face, what you say? "Oh, nothin'." Bust 'em, hit 'em with my shit, anyway. Hey, that's how we play, still thuggin', ain't a thang changed, still the same name--Leather Face. Real, real niggas--that's all I gotta say. If you're fuckin' with the real, you're bound to get dusted, really. The real ain't shit to be fucked with. Protected by the nina that we ain't care for them nigga. The trigger finger itchy, fix ya, then clean up the whole block. Make a nigga close shop. Sho' nuff, show-stopper, fuckin' 'em up with these sawed-offs. Poppin' the shotgun [Gunshot.]. Really unecessary, 'cause all we want is a little respect. That's all we want, but nigga, you don't feel me [nigga, you don't], Krayzie, Krayzie, maybe insane, and he with JD. Let it rip, done slipped the clip into the gat, Brat-tat-tat. Just like that.

Da Brat:
I ain't fin to be the bitch to procrastinate. If niggas want to be shippin' me half a cake, go through whatever drastic measures I had to take. Make a muthafucka masturbate--the hotter I get, the more hate. Some of you hoes is overrated with flow that's outdated. Take 'em to the rehab, and get 'em reinstated. My lyrical content send other bitches to convents. Pray for me to be deleted, but that's nonsense. Been the bomb since '74. Aries--I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me. He wanna get in between the sheets. Leave the wallet and the keys for me. I ain't played that easily, but if you spend the cheese for me, nigga, we can fuck free frequently. You stuttin' me, but another nigga could never be sold. Broke the mold, 60644, when niggas are hauled off and hit you with you sawed-off. Seen plenty muthafuckas fall off with they drawers off. When I'm finished droppin' 'em all off on the Westside of Chi, I'm ridin' high, thinkin' of ways to make it through the maze of the paper chase, slidin' by, keep a Luger in the chamber, ready for danger when it's time to die.

Krayzie Bone:
Nigga, don't you hate on me. Why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me. Why don't you go and get you some?

Jermaine Dupri:
See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuff. I'm fly no matter what. Iced-up and all the hoes wanna fuck, not to mention that a nigga got a case stacked-up, packed up. Everything I touch--gold and platinum, what? Niggas can't fuck with us. Like Busta-Bust, we dangerous. And you know that if I peel, I got more. Y'all peel, it's gone. It's why the ice grill on when I wheel on by. Y'all, niggas in the corner, back and forth, like, "Fuck that little guy." Don't worry about me. You need to worry about your goddamn self. How your shit on a shelf, and how you sit around, wishin' that a nigga was signed to So So Def. I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-A nig, never been known to play with. Can't none of y'all see, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit. Uh-uh, with all your paper hatin', paper hatin', and your bad looks, what y'all need to do is shut up, and take heed to what my nigga's sayin' in the hook.

Krayzie Bone:
Nigga, don't you hate on me. Why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me. Why don't you go and get you some?