Hate Music

<br>HOOK: Cam`ron<br>Ayo my niggas can`t take music<br>Everybody rap to us, so we hate music<br>Now we make the hate music<br>We `bout to rape music, straight up degrate music<br>You aint 18, shit, don`t even play music<br>Killin is another high<br>I hope your girl get AIDS, your brother crash and dash<br>Or your mother die, and your sister is a topless dancer<br>No answer, glaucoma, and your pops got cancer<br><br>[Juelz Santana]<br>Yo I`m a motherfucking nightmare, y`all can either love me or hate me<br>Know alotta niggas wanna slug me and waste me<br>That`s why I never keep the gun on safety<br>When I get this money, y`all gon hate me<br>Y`all act like Harlem aint that shit, go `head and play dumb<br>Like y`all don`t know where AlPo and Rich bought the caine from<br>Sugarhill cocaine slums, get it correct<br>Real niggas spit at your chest, look at your death<br>Y`all cop Playstations, play Live 2000<br>I`ma cop guns, try to survive 2000<br>Nigga like me be on the block every day<br>While you think your moms look rocked every day<br>Cuz she come see me for them rocks every day<br>Keep the thang close, ready to pop every day<br>Cuz I`m tired of you spot betters<br>I got a 380 full of hot peppers, that`ll rip through them cop`s sweaters<br>You dudes is chumps, talkin `bout you live like thugs<br>You be home watchin Midnight Love<br>No bitch, you and your hand makin midnight love<br>It`s over dog, you need to just get right fuck, what<br><br>HOOK<br><br>[Cam`ron]<br>I got the gun and clip, runnin shit<br>I run chains, run rings, run in your block, make you run<br>Then I run things<br>Piss in a cup, come on, fuck a drug test<br>I`m on my block, knockout kings, slugfest<br>A few beers cold, come through here bold<br>A few of us blew our goals when fuckin two years old<br>Off to the lobby, all to the body, then auction a shottie<br>Go to Boston and party hardy with Walter McCardy<br>Drunk, smackin bitches off the Bacardi<br>Hustle often as robbery, so guns, coppin double<br>Fuck around with me, I`ma pop your bubble<br>Put up my own yellow tape, save the cops the trouble<br>If you wanna see my true portions, screw bossin<br>Kill you like Mike pop for new Jordans<br>Come through flossin, jail aint nothin for me<br>I got cake baby, bail aint nothin for me<br>I`m that same son of a B, gun in the V<br>Coke, guns, hookers, I`m the one that you see<br>Cats still talkin fly, put his tongue in a tree<br>If we nice, then we`ll let him keep his lung for a G<br>When I rap, it aint nothing but hungry you see<br>Jimmy, Juelz, Cam, yo I`m one of the three, beeotch<br><br>HOOK