Haters Songtext
von Mr. Shadow

(Mr. Shadow in background)
[Mr. Shadow] Haters, haters
What you talkin′ 'bout
[Fingazz] Talkin′ 'bout those haters in the street
[Mr. Shadow] From Dego
[Fingazz] Yeah, why do you want to hate on me?
[Mr. Shadow] Shadow and Fingazz
[Fingazz] Just talkin' ′bout those haters in the street (Fuck you haters)
[Mr. Shadow] Check it out
All you motherfuckers
[Fingazz] So that′s why you want to hate on me (Haters)
I stay loaded to the streets
Hatin' with my name in their mouth piece
Fuck peace, bitch, here comes the pitbull
With a shaved and tatoos, comin′ to get you
I heard a tweaker say
That they're watching the empire, night and day
Talkin′ about I got the whole state served
{Up and down Interstate 5, flippin' birds}
The word keeps travellin′


I stay shippin' and handlin'
I gotta make my shit start scatterin′
It doesn′t matter when
I don't care if you want it in Minnesota
I cross states with full crates and do whatever it takes
To make big and fill cases with big faces
Hoes didn′t know (What)
Dawg, what you talkin' ′bout?
[Fingazz] I'm talkin′ 'bout those haters in the street
Hatin' everything I got
[Fingazz] Yo, why do you want to hate on me?
[Fingazz] Shoo, doo-ooop
[Mr. Shadow] Dawg, what you talkin′ ′bout?
[Fingazz] Just talkin' ′bout those haters in the street
Just mad cause I'm blowin′ up their spot
[Fingazz] So that's why you want to hate on me
I take a hit and I laugh at these petty-ass wannabes
You break bread when we take over your colonies
The streets are calling me, there′s ends to collect
Eye in the sky, steel derit hasn't left
You're runnin′ out of breathe
Sellin′ all them woof tickets
{They can't see a millionaire from the hood, kick it}
So keep your mouth shut
And when the pig ask somethin′, you don't answer
Run your beak and get beat
I think it′s best that you run back home
You're answerin′, "The murder is on"
Cause only the strong get to see another day
So watch what who you hatin' on
[Mr. Shadow] Now there's one more I gotta bring to the table
For them punk ass deputies, you bitches need security
The result is a fucked up outcome
Number one, can′t nobody take out from me
I got it locked from my hood to your county
Why the fuck they say that all men are created equal
It′s plain and simple, gotta make what you spend
And if it don't make dollars, better pay me a cent
All my soldiers that are playing to win
And all the motherfuckin′ riders makin' moves in the pen
See; talk is cheap, it don′t make me or break me
Heat off safety, for you cops tryin' to take me
Hate me if you want, but I′m a grind til my last day
[Fingazz] So what more can I say about you haters
This song's dedicated to everyone of you fools that playa hated
My homeboy Krook, you know
Streetlight, Pit Boss (Ha ha)
Pack a lunch and an extra pair of nuts (Extra nuts)
Find me in San Diego, puffin' on a blunt {*inhale*} (Blunts, biotch)