Why Ya’ll Hatin’

[Verse 1]
Lights camera action
Like i rolled up with cheaters
But you can drop the c
Cause i just rolled up with heaters
Im not the kind that a make you hot
The kind that u'll make you drop
Decomposition makes ya rot
Gave digger pick a plot
Swish when a make a shot
All net no rim
Pimping with a low brim
I spit it with no flem
They feel me more than touch screen
Im a wasp i my sting
Proffesional? version? precision
Of surgeons all my cuts clean
Hang with a tough team
Put hells angels to shame
My strapp's not an accessory
My angle's to bang
Ya girl
Strangling my thing
Cock monster
She a chicken chocker
Taste white
Before you taste the mic
But still don't spit it doper
Hold more mic's
Than oprah, letterman or leno
Over 10 cd's dropped
This is not a fucking demo
This is not accidental
Got hip hop rap in my mental
And it's so frustrating
But why the fuck you hatin'

[Chorus]
Tell me why ya'll hating
Is it cuz of the money am making
Tell me why ya'll hating
Is it cuz of the dimes am dating
Tell me why ya'll hating
Is it because am always blazing
Tell me why ya'll hating
Cuz when i spit it the shit is amazing

[Verse 2]
Its crucial when khule crush you
Melon head it's time to bust you
Im like the blind reading braille
With the special way i touch you
You think you was talking at the opera
By the way i hush you
You saw the shotty
And see porta-potty
Now its time to flush you
This flow is like the pen
It'll make all men flustered
Even if you wave the white flag fag
Im still gone rush ya
I kill busters im vicious
Im the only captain of this ship
Bo Jackson ain't this hip
Rick the Ruler ain't this slick
They keep sucking on this dick
Keep juggling on these balls
In a pit called forgotten
Is the only place m.c's fall
Break ya knees ya need to crawl
Crutches could assist you
You would think im hulk hogan
By the way my slogans? lift you
Hershey's wouldn't kiss you
And you ain't close to jada
South central sounds simple
But believe my hood is major
Prepare to get stuck with horns
When ever bulls in combat
This ain't flag football bitch
It's more like full contact

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I crank out rhymes at fast pace
Im in first to a last place
Open up and say ahh
Now tell me how that mah taste
Going down like a sad face
Ya softer than a pound cake
When i erupt
Have ya scared as fuck
Like when the ground shake
Out my woofers i pound bass
Harder than the dope man
Ride ya pepper like a rodeo?
Around her throat my rope plan
Leave her wetter than a coke can
When i crush em like aluminum
Getting blood on your new kicks
Is the best way to ruin em'
Bad is how am doing em'
Welfare warfare
Nigga's remind me of SpongeBob
But they more square
Whores better beware
That this pimp slap is leathal
When i deal with my people
Im the shit like clico
Snap em like a Chick-O-Stick
When am on my Deebo shit
Me and my ways
They compare me to aids
Cause am so sick
Angels is with god
So it seems we stuck with satan
But it's time for rearranging
Homie why the fuck you hating

[Chorus]