H.a.t.e. lyrics

Artist  : Z-ro 
Song : H.a.t.e.



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 [Z-Ro]
Hey, why they hate me like I stole something
to make a nigga want to roll something
But I'm they closest partner if I let them hold
something
Good for nothing but making me hate my peers
So let the world taste my tears
When they roll, they represent anger, paranoid
with one in the chamber
To live the heads shots to my foes and make them
through with Dana
And when they splash it's a blood bath, and I
trust no one
Ain't no more chunking up the deuce, when my
thugs pass
Live my life in silentary vomet away from y'all
If I needed artillery could I even get the K from
y'all
I'm all alone in the ways of the wicked, since I
can't stand you hoes
For real I'm lonely when I kick it, in the lumino
With straps and shells my life is murder and mail
See I was fishing see me coming and they blast
theyself
This for my homies they don't know me when I'm
broke
Swear to god I hope you motherf**kers choke, when
my gun smoke, hate

[Chorus - 2x]
The H is for these hoe niggas that's all in my
face
And the A is for the actions that these bit*h
niggas take
And the T is for the tommy gun that's bout to
blast
And the E is for eternal cause I ever last

[Z-Ro]
I be feeling like Pac, because I wonder if they
still down
Facing homicide from haters but my homies didn't
even spill rounds
f**k y'all, I hate you motherf**kers to death
Remember times when I stopped niggas from
clutching your chest
I live in bulletproof vests, but it seems
The only time I got family is when a nigga dream
 
So f**k sleep, I'm on a 24 hour grind
Look at your darling son now mama I'm out of my
mind
I don't know how to be happy and I can't smile,
and f**k a bit*h
Cause she be plotting on how to get you when
y'all walking down the isle
The same motherf**kers that you care for, look
how they do you
They don't love you pick up your pistol, and
therefor
Represent yourself with the plastic, cause me
myself
want to put all of you motherf**kers in caskets
f**k love, unless it's coming from the heaven up
above
My hatred being written in blood, hate

[Chorus - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
There ain't no telling if a nigga make it, I
might be stuck in the slums
A walking target steady ducking the gun
But even me and you can keep your wife, there'll
be no hostages
Just give me what I'm looking for and keep your
life
I'm military minded you can ask Klondike Kat
Even if they bomb first, Z-Ro is bout to bomb
right back
I give a f**k about your life now, slugs hitting
your windpipe now
Guess you could say I'm living shife now
All about my fetty till I bubble like some
champagne
Z-Ro the Crooked, the most valuable player up in
this rap game
So back back, back back, be sure to give me more
than fifty
Automatic rounds down to pass that
Murder my foes then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga when I ain't have
no ends, hate
Murder my foes then I murder my friends
Because they turned on a nigga when a nigga
wasn't chopping a benz, hate

[Chorus - 4x]