Hatin` Me

(*talking*)<br>Say Q, man feel this here, I don`t know why<br>These motherfuckers be hating us the way they do<br>Every motherfucking day, all motherfucking day long<br>Nigga can`t get no motherfucking rest, that`s why<br>I drink and smoke so motherfucking much<br>You feel me, get off my dick<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Why you be hating me<br>Day and night, baby<br>Mad at me, cause I don`t buy<br>The dreams that you selling lately<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>I needed to get up off my rump, and stack something<br>I was tired of walking around, ready to plack something<br>Big heads, screwdrivers, spark plugs to break the glass<br>Hold my bases of selling dope, anything to get that cash<br>I was getting grown faster, than average niggas<br>Bills and mouths to feed, I needed cabbage nigga<br>Did a little rapping on the side, but I was full time grind<br>Till they ran up and 50 one eleven, and shut it down<br>When I got out, I wanted to get some work and do it over<br>Instead I picked up a pen, and got to jotting in a folder<br>Niggas was bobbing they head, bitches was bobbing they head<br>The first time in my life, I didn`t worry bout no feds<br>But I wasn`t out the woods yet, round shife too<br>Niggas be killing eachother over lime light fool<br>Ain`t with it fuck a million, I just want what I earn<br>But they don`t like it when I holler KMJ because it burn<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>If you wanna jam, you can grab a hold of my funk<br>But if you plan to take me off of my game, like I`m a chump<br>I won`t punk about it, I`ma do my thang<br>Dumping on niggas from the turning lane<br>But it`s burning man, cause that`s how it go down<br>Niggas be trying to get you, when you live in H-Town<br>And you throwed, in the game<br>Wanna get you for your mouthpiece or your name<br>Have you giving up hits, having no change<br>Having more overdue bills, no strings<br>Not me, no more, it`s a new day<br>I`m in a new ride, and it`s looking too gray<br>Remember if you sew it, it`ll read right back<br>So when you treat a nigga wrong, the heavens`ll handle that<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Z-Ro]<br>Got a name for myself now, selling them tapes<br>I still be traveling I-10, but I ain`t selling no weight<br>No more, blue over gray four do`, in and out the lanes<br>Steady keeping my melodies, running in and out your brain<br>But I need my money, cause ain`t no working for free<br>If it ain`t twenty-five hundred, no appearances from the Z<br>Man, got to get my feet man, got to be treated fair<br>Trying to put me on a back burner, I`m out of there<br>A veteran to the game, you can`t do me like no hoe<br>When my crib got flooded, you didn`t help me you let me float<br>Now you wanna exercise your contractual right<br>But if you fuck me the first time, there ain`t gon be a twice<br>Recognize ain`t no hate in my heart, cause I`m a guard<br>I don`t hate nobody, just hate it when times get hard<br>In my new situation, I`m having rich-nigga troubles<br>Without the switch, I`d have in a ditch-nigga troubles<br><br>[Chorus]