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Young Buck

Let Em Hate

 

Let Em Hate


[Young Buck:]
Aiyo Kay Slay
Aiyo whats up nigga
I see you nigga
Ha Young Buck
Aiyo I got my weight up
And I ain't been in the jail neither nigga

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Every hood get ready I've been in the kitchen I'm back
My cook game wicked I flip it and count stacks
My hands still in it so my finger nails dirty
I can't switch teams like Vince Chesterverte
Rappers be keeping my name in they mouth
I say something back and I might lose count
Hold up 400, 500 thousand damn thats what I'm talking about
I going on
To all my enemies so long
Ya ain't killed me yet might as well go home
I'm a boss I could've been got it done it don't cost
Just love to shoot where I'm from so knock it off
You niggas soft
I'm overseas with 50 we playing golf
You see the streets already know I bust my heat
And if the police know about it this ain't beef

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Fuck them hos
What? this the way I roll
Just a gangsta, hustler this all I know
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Fuck them hos
They just mad they broke
I get money you niggas used to have the dough

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
I see the craziest shit on TV
So I ain't got to adjust to nothing ya'll see me
Life is hard homie but dying is easy
We give to the rich but we take from the needy
Damn
Thats why we break down grams
No ho training we don't say yes mam
Keep on hating you don't know who I am
The chopper go blah and the glock go blam
I ain't got no fam
But no friends
Some niggas ain't got no Lamb or no Benz
Some niggas ain't got them rims that just spin
Some niggas ain't got no ends
My brother in the pen
But when he coming out I might be going in
You see the streets already know I bust my heat
And if the police know about it this ain't beef

[Chorus: Young Buck]
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Fuck them hos
What? this the way I roll
Just a gangsta, hustler this all I know
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Let 'em hate
Fuck them hos
They just mad they broke
I get money you niggas used to have the dough

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