Hate Blood
Jermaine Dupri Song Lyrics

Feat. Freeway and Jadakiss(Jermaine Dupri) (Freeway)What?Y'all got hate in your blood(This is fucked up)Y'all got hate in your blood(This is fucked up man)Y'all got hate in your blood(Jermaine Dupri)ListenI know y'all niggas want meI hear y'all niggas plottin'I see y'all niggas lookin'But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fastThrough the city with no topThat reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hotIn everybody's hood with other niggas' hoesI'm throwin' paper at them bitchesScreamin' So SoNow every spot I hitI'm hearing different shitAbout homies that want me that weren't with me when I started thisIt's fucked up but IBut I can't let these niggas blurry my visionOn where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know?I got a daughter now, young age threeIf her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eatFeel me?Do I floss? YES!Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my selfIt's bad, I feel your pain dawgBut the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker!1 - (Freeway) (JD)    If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris    And talkin' bout stacking chips    You know what?!    (You got hate in your blood)    Sick of seeing Bentley's    And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs    (You got hate in your blood)    If you're sick of seeing artists     And hearing artists     You know what!    (You got hate in your blood)    Listen I know you niggas want me    I hear you niggas plottin'    I see you niggas lookin'    But I ain't stoppin, it's on(Jadakiss)Papi had raw, then I bought him outYou know me, fuck niggasKill 'em all, let God sort 'em outRapid fire got my hands shakin'And everybody hate dyin'But most niggas die hatin'While y'all run to the bankI run to the brinkA real thug keep the Tommy gun under the minkI got a glass kitchenYou can see what's under my sinkAnd I do shit just to do itToo much money to thinkSo you can hate all you wantI'mma still be 'KissDirty, a lot of paper, filthy richJD's the architect, he built these hitsRuff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shitAnd you can tell any one of your boysYou might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toysCause I know you got hate in your bloodStill dump eight in your mugSo cock sucker take it and love, uhRepeat 1(Jermaine Dupri)Somebody tell me why manSomebody tell me whyDo niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do manLet me explain something to y'all about me manWhy y'all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs?Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfuckerY'all think I'mma stop, FUCK NAWI'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bentIn the black bent, with them dubs on that shitWe gon' still be in the club poppin' CristalPourin' Belvidere on bitchesWe don't GIVE A FUCK MANA matter of fact I wish I could smack the shitOut of one y'all niggas right now with some moneyBut you know what I'm sayingCause y'all niggas just hate, hate, hateWell y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckersRepeat 1 (2x)Bitch!