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Nines

I Now Your Hating

 

I Now Your Hating

(albüm: From Church Rd. To Hollywood - 2012)


[Nines:]
Uh. How can these niggas war me?
2010 I gave my whole block walkie talkies
Told them let me know if there's pagans on the block
If anybody uses it to play with gets a box
Uh, I'm on my extra grind when my vid drops...
Make sure your shit ain't next to mine
Cause' I won't send them threats online
Picture me rolling in a whip that ain't stolen
All my niggas are frozen scooping most the fish in the ocean
I was 13 sliding down my bannister to sneak out
Me and Mig the only guys with food in the weed drought
My niggas in pen doing numbers on the wing
Getting rich off the white and the colour of my skin
I broke my sponge bob's arm and the leg
My jeweler said to fix it's gonna cost an arm and a leg
These days I'll be running through the groupies so it's less fun
Give them one for the team then onto the next one

I know you're hating
And I ain't even made at you
If I was you I would hate me too
Yeah my niggas ain't a average group

[Mig:]
Mig copped suited and booted like I'm part of the plod
Living life to the fullest, cause' we stay on the job
In the whip with a chick going to drop a bag off
Before I drop her off she gives the man the meanest blow job
Uh. They call me a don
Make food, disappear with out no magic wand
First you see the bricks, make the calls, then they're gone
Profit few racks, stacked in rubber bands, nothing long
Me and Nina killed the market getting rich off the chronics
You niggas are bums, might as well turn alcoholics
How the hell you flipped food for years and ain't seen no profit
Grinding not shine you niggas might as well just stop it
You ain't never seen mad P's and food on your bedroom floor
Believe me donny my eyes have seen it all
Drought season, mad amount of food stashed in the settes
Holla if you need don't consign straight beddies

[Nines:]
I know you're hating
And I ain't even made at you
If I was you I would hate me too
Yeah my niggas ain't a average group

Niggas are hating now, mans really gonna be hating soon...
Probably do an Audi shut down or sutting

I know you're hating
I ain't made at you

I know you're hating
I ain't made at you

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