The Hate That Hate Made Songtext
von Paris

June 6th in the time of 6 o′clock
Hot summer night in the city of hard knocks
Two black brothers took a walk in the South side
Could've been any brother lookin′ for a dope ride

Seein' a white girl wasn't in the plan
But the plan had plans of it′s own for a brother man
A bad case of the right place at the right time
Makes you just ask, why?

I guess, you suppose you know what a nigga do
To a female that was meant for you
Jealous ′cause your girlfriend screwin' a black man
So you bust caps on an innocent by stand


But I guess, we all look the same
A goddamn shame, you don′t know my name
Must-a just been two blacks so the payback
Fit the ID for someone like me

But you see, I don't think like you do
I come much sicker with the retribute
Rollin′ twenty-five deep, troop down in a parkin' lot
Ready movin′ steady when I bust your spot, huh

You dumb motherfuckers just don't know me
You don't control me, so leave me lonely
Step and be prone to a cap to the dome
I don′t quit, I′ll start tearin' up shit

This is a Scarface set and no snakes allowed
Keep the pace ready set brothers rollin′ out
Packin' a MAC-10, strapped and capped in
Now who′s to blame for the hate that hate made?