Hatin Don T Pay lyrics

[Intro: P.C. (ShaCronz)]

Yeah, heh.. mothafucka!

Yeah, big C, big dog

(Don`t hate on us, we gon` get you

Big waiters, spectators)



[Chorus: Bapteest]

Hatin` Don`t Pay, no way, no way

Hatin` Don`t Pay.. no way, no way

Hatin` Don`t Pay, no way, no way

Hatin` Don`t Pay.. no way, no way



[ShaCronz]

Beyond a, Reasonable Doubt

I`m gangsta, won`t hesitate to put the heat to ya mouth

Peep me out, tie up ya chick for them ki`s in ya couch

We get money, go outta town, hustle for weeks than be out

Rapid flows are dramatic, I`m here to let y`all bastards know

My heart`s colder than Alaskan snow, I could rip beats fast or slow

When I let the ratchets go, come out ya face get what you askin fo`

I make haters run like relays through the P.J.`s, homey

It`s B.K, C.K., D-Day, homey

Keep metal, never settle for a le-way, homey

Still keep it ghetto `til we pay, homey

Calm ya tone when we speakin` `less you deep and got `matics

From the home of the Nike Air`s and Reebok Classics

Pack more guns, my Desert E`s drop faggots

And fuckin` with the wrong bodies, ya seats popped, bastard



[Chorus]



[P.C.]

Yo, yo

You `spond, submission, watch, mission to stop me

Won`t be defeated cuz they broke and they bitches is sloppy

They got me hot so I`m makin` niggaz laugh, haha, seventeen dot

Every single time my gat is cocked

Y`all picked the wrong time to fuck with P dot C period

Just when you thought I was playin`, I`m anout to get serious

Plus I`m furious and heated now, drunk and weeded now

Mothafuckas don`t learn, suburbans leave `em beaten now

O`s to you ho`s, leave `em visions disposed

Like a tag can be placed on they toes - sippin` Hater-ade

Get some gators made, hustle, bought a trade

Cop a couple of locks before you get to speakin` on ya flock

Why you mad at me? Cuz I got a featurin` spot?

I guess you`d rather see me shot or somewhere strung out on rocks

Cuz I keep my mind on my grind `til I reach the top

Go on and plot, ya haters`ll never make me stop

Hatin` Don`t Pay..



[Chorus]



[Freemurder]

Yeah, yeah, yo

Niggaz try to hate me like, I roll all crazy and

Let the three-eighty blow, Free got crazy dough

Frontin` for ya ho`s, run through that lady coke

Music got you amped, now you leanin` on that radio

Niggaz and bitches, soon to become ho`s

Black suit in a casket soon`ll become yo`s

My Mac shoot these bastards who want war

That`s what my gun for, nigga fuck the gun law

I`m the reason they act like that

They`ll make Free react like that

Find the gat on ya hat like that

Media`ll wonder why I rap like that

Even behind the booth I`m strapped on a track like that

Brooklyn, nigga, throw shells `round ya head

Wake up, shells surround ya bed

Hit ya with the pound instead

Y`all don`t want me to do this

Hatin` Don`t Pay, now Jake found you dead

Uh!



[Chorus]



[Outro: Freemurder]

Yo it`s Freemurder, ShaCronz, P dot C period

Don`t hate us, don`t hate the game

Cuz the game don`t hate you

The game don`t even know you

You got to know the game

And remember, only the players change

The game stays the same..
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