Текст (слова) песни: Bapteest, C.C.F., P.C. - Hatin` Don`t Pay

[Intro: P.C. (ShaCronz)]
Yeah, heh.. mothafucka!
Yeah, big C, big dog
(Don`t hate on us, we gon` get you
Big waiters, spectators)

[Chorus: Bapteest]
Hatin` Don`t Pay, no way, no way
Hatin` Don`t Pay.. no way, no way
Hatin` Don`t Pay, no way, no way
Hatin` Don`t Pay.. no way, no way

[ShaCronz]
Beyond a, Reasonable Doubt
I`m gangsta, won`t hesitate to put the heat to ya mouth
Peep me out, tie up ya chick for them ki`s in ya couch
We get money, go outta town, hustle for weeks than be out
Rapid flows are dramatic, I`m here to let y`all bastards know
My heart`s colder than Alaskan snow, I could rip beats fast or slow
When I let the ratchets go, come out ya face get what you askin fo`
I make haters run like relays through the P.J.`s, homey
It`s B.K, C.K., D-Day, homey
Keep metal, never settle for a le-way, homey
Still keep it ghetto `til we pay, homey
Calm ya tone when we speakin` `less you deep and got `matics
From the home of the Nike Air`s and Reebok Classics
Pack more guns, my Desert E`s drop faggots
And fuckin` with the wrong bodies, ya seats popped, bastard

[Chorus]

[P.C.]
Yo, yo
You `spond, submission, watch, mission to stop me
Won`t be defeated cuz they broke and they bitches is sloppy
They got me hot so I`m makin` niggaz laugh, haha, seventeen dot
Every single time my gat is cocked
Y`all picked the wrong time to fuck with P dot C period
Just when you thought I was playin`, I`m anout to get serious
Plus I`m furious and heated now, drunk and weeded now
Mothafuckas don`t learn, suburbans leave `em beaten now
O`s to you ho`s, leave `em visions disposed
Like a tag can be placed on they toes - sippin` Hater-ade
Get some gators made, hustle, bought a trade
Cop a couple of locks before you get to speakin` on ya flock
Why you mad at me? Cuz I got a featurin` spot?
I guess you`d rather see me shot or somewhere strung out on rocks
Cuz I keep my mind on my grind `til I reach the top
Go on and plot, ya haters`ll never make me stop
Hatin` Don`t Pay..

[Chorus]

[Freemurder]
Yeah, yeah, yo
Niggaz try to hate me like, I roll all crazy and
Let the three-eighty blow, Free got crazy dough
Frontin` for ya ho`s, run through that lady coke
Music got you amped, now you leanin` on that radio
Niggaz and bitches, soon to become ho`s
Black suit in a casket soon`ll become yo`s
My Mac shoot these bastards who want war
That`s what my gun for, nigga fuck the gun law
I`m the reason they act like that
They`ll make Free react like that
Find the gat on ya hat like that
Media`ll wonder why I rap like that
Even behind the booth I`m strapped on a track like that
Brooklyn, nigga, throw shells `round ya head
Wake up, shells surround ya bed
Hit ya with the pound instead
Y`all don`t want me to do this
Hatin` Don`t Pay, now Jake found you dead
Uh!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Freemurder]
Yo it`s Freemurder, ShaCronz, P dot C period
Don`t hate us, don`t hate the game
Cuz the game don`t hate you
The game don`t even know you
You got to know the game
And remember, only the players change
The game stays the same..

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