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2009-07-23

Haterz Your Die

[Verse1 – Mario] It goes Crips, Bloods, SA’s Am Asian Its da lyrically boiy, I aint got no patient SoutSide is back we gone f**kin brake it, Haterz Keep watching, we gone f**king make it, Since we taken over you bitches keep watching, rollin shit behind like we aint here u talking More money More Shit, More music, more problem, More shit from you, more murder wid silence You wont hate on me And I wont hate on you You wont hate on me And I wont hate on you You wont hate on me And I wont hate on you It goes bitch, we gone be down to 22’s fakers politicking don’t know the outcome get ready to die, Ay yayo gone tell em [Chorus] If you try to take ova ma time, you try to be a busta without rhymes you hate on me, snitch on mE, get down, homeyz tell em wha we do “Haterz, You die (Echo: You Die) [Verse2 -- Yayo] And Now am back for da second, They aint ma lyrics, Puhh, Thats wha ya'll recon, I ain no gangsta i aint no ... Am a one man soldier, and dats wha i recon, Chat Shit blud, ur life will get taken, And am f**king about, And Thats probably wha ya'll recon, Yeh, Faker is it? Pussio is it? wha now blud cum lets risk it, if i was u i wouldnt even wanna f**kin taste it, truth is the truth, u wanna replace it? just, just face it, you is jelous and you wanna change it, See people laughing at me, i just sit back and blaze it, but, but I just put it to the side coz i knew everyone had their time before they die, [Echo: Die, Die, Die) [Chorus] If you try to take ova ma time, you try to be a busta without rhymes you hate on me, snitch on mE, get down, homeyz tell em wha we do “Haterz, You die (Echo: You Die) [K.Samuel] come now boyz listen to this vibe im gone tell you that this bitch jus died thats his mum singin in the back sams gones to far im callim the 5 0 back this a kiss me diss me mother fuking track you kiss my bitch and get dissed for pay back boy you a soldier grab your gat you sound like a girl are you ready for that its like the king is back dissin this bitch how fun is that i call you a chav with your burburry hat why you buyin that watch u cant tell the time tryin to diss me u out your mother fukin mind wa you get i get air force ones sellin smokin ounces of weed man i dont need lungs i ain mjc i ain obease i dont kill no feast and when i think about the past i say f**k that im back and better than ever bitch can you handle that hope you cant this the new me dont give to f**ks bitch lets this be girl got aids well u ain fukin me been there fuked her dnt need tha pus*y its been used tell her shes a slag homie thas been proved [Chorus] If you try to take ova ma time, you try to be a busta without rhymes you hate on me, snitch on mE, get down, homeyz tell em wha we do “Haterz, You die (Echo: You Die)