Lirik Lagu Hate Music - Cam'ron
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HOOK: Cam'ronAyo my niggas can't take musicEverybody rap to us, so we hate musicNow we make the hate musicWe 'bout to rape music, straight up degrate musicYou aint 18, shit, don't even play musicKillin is another highI hope your girl get AIDS, your brother crash and dashOr your mother die, and your sister is a topless dancerNo answer, glaucoma, and your pops got cancer
[Juelz Santana]Yo I'm a motherfucking nightmare, y'all can either love me or hate meKnow alotta niggas wanna slug me and waste meThat's why I never keep the gun on safetyWhen I get this money, y'all gon hate meY'all act like Harlem aint that shit, go 'head and play dumbLike y'all don't know where AlPo and Rich bought the caine fromSugarhill cocaine slums, get it correctReal niggas spit at your chest, look at your deathY'all cop Playstations, play Live 2000I'ma cop guns, try to survive 2000Nigga like me be on the block every dayWhile you think your moms look rocked every dayCuz she come see me for them rocks every dayKeep the thang close, ready to pop every dayCuz I'm tired of you spot bettersI got a 380 full of hot peppers, that'll rip through them cop's sweatersYou dudes is chumps, talkin 'bout you live like thugsYou be home watchin Midnight LoveNo bitch, you and your hand makin midnight loveIt's over dog, you need to just get right fuck, what
HOOK
[Cam'ron]I got the gun and clip, runnin shitI run chains, run rings, run in your block, make you runThen I run thingsPiss in a cup, come on, fuck a drug testI'm on my block, knockout kings, slugfestA few beers cold, come through here boldA few of us blew our goals when fuckin two years oldOff to the lobby, all to the body, then auction a shottieGo to Boston and party hardy with Walter McCardyDrunk, smackin bitches off the BacardiHustle often as robbery, so guns, coppin doubleFuck around with me, I'ma pop your bubblePut up my own yellow tape, save the cops the troubleIf you wanna see my true portions, screw bossinKill you like Mike pop for new JordansCome through flossin, jail aint nothin for meI got cake baby, bail aint nothin for meI'm that same son of a B, gun in the VCoke, guns, hookers, I'm the one that you seeCats still talkin fly, put his tongue in a treeIf we nice, then we'll let him keep his lung for a GWhen I rap, it aint nothing but hungry you seeJimmy, Juelz, Cam, yo I'm one of the three, beeotch
HOOK
[Juelz Santana]Yo I'm a motherfucking nightmare, y'all can either love me or hate meKnow alotta niggas wanna slug me and waste meThat's why I never keep the gun on safetyWhen I get this money, y'all gon hate meY'all act like Harlem aint that shit, go 'head and play dumbLike y'all don't know where AlPo and Rich bought the caine fromSugarhill cocaine slums, get it correctReal niggas spit at your chest, look at your deathY'all cop Playstations, play Live 2000I'ma cop guns, try to survive 2000Nigga like me be on the block every dayWhile you think your moms look rocked every dayCuz she come see me for them rocks every dayKeep the thang close, ready to pop every dayCuz I'm tired of you spot bettersI got a 380 full of hot peppers, that'll rip through them cop's sweatersYou dudes is chumps, talkin 'bout you live like thugsYou be home watchin Midnight LoveNo bitch, you and your hand makin midnight loveIt's over dog, you need to just get right fuck, what
HOOK
[Cam'ron]I got the gun and clip, runnin shitI run chains, run rings, run in your block, make you runThen I run thingsPiss in a cup, come on, fuck a drug testI'm on my block, knockout kings, slugfestA few beers cold, come through here boldA few of us blew our goals when fuckin two years oldOff to the lobby, all to the body, then auction a shottieGo to Boston and party hardy with Walter McCardyDrunk, smackin bitches off the BacardiHustle often as robbery, so guns, coppin doubleFuck around with me, I'ma pop your bubblePut up my own yellow tape, save the cops the troubleIf you wanna see my true portions, screw bossinKill you like Mike pop for new JordansCome through flossin, jail aint nothin for meI got cake baby, bail aint nothin for meI'm that same son of a B, gun in the VCoke, guns, hookers, I'm the one that you seeCats still talkin fly, put his tongue in a treeIf we nice, then we'll let him keep his lung for a GWhen I rap, it aint nothing but hungry you seeJimmy, Juelz, Cam, yo I'm one of the three, beeotch
HOOK
