- JAY-Z Some People Hate 歌詞
- JAY-Z
- That old fashioned word, its a word called love
Called love, called love, hung up, hung up
This must be the way the nigga
Pac feltWhen he made
Me against the world,
All eyez on me
Yall niggaz got me feelin like all eyes on me
Me against the world
Yall got me on my shit
Thought niggaz would appreciate what
I did to this game
Bein that,
Im flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood
Come from the same hood you come from
We share basically the same stories
Thought niggaz would appreciate what
I came and did
Since 96, every year somethin must be
Seriously wrong with the world,
I know yall aint hatin
Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people hate
I think theyve lost their minds,
Im hung up
Raw, rough and rugged, when address in the mass public
My attitude is fuck it, cause motherfuckers love it
Got a chip on my shoulder, the size of the
Golden Nugget in
VegasAn fuck bein famous,
I came to get the butters
I came from the gutter, my success in this game
Is sorta like
Projectic
Justice, a payment for brushes
With police officers, a peace offerin from the
GodsFor the streets
I was tossed in, til
Im deceased in a coffin
Ima be a beast on these beats, releasin early and often
Please, your disdain for the brothers aint gon change the numbers
Its the strengthenin of chain among us
Please, we aint afraid of none of yas, who want it with us?
Aint nuttin changed since the 96 summers, cmon
Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people hate
I think theyve lost their minds,
Im hung up
They say success breeds envy
I guess its just the penalty of leadership
I guess Im what niggaz wanna be an shit
Or niggaz just bored, wanna be in shit, fore they get to rappin
Start believin it, think they
Ali an shit
I roll with the punches, so
I surviveI bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
Im back, stronger than ever, surprise, surprise
They try to take me out the game, but
Is aliveIts like a old
Negro spiritual,
I mastered
TobeyWith a splash of
Monster Kody, shoot faster than
Kobe, nigga
You bastards know me, the one an only
Big homie from the
Roc , I think you pastors lonely
You need Jesus in your life
Its either that or yall gon make me put
The double
Desert Eagles in your life, nigga
Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people kill their brothers
I think theyve lost their minds,
Im hung up
Au contraire, nigga,
I am here cause
I earned this shit
By ridin out, when niggaz had learners permit
We bring the knives out or we let them burners spit
I bring them pies out if niggaz wanna burn the strip
Bring your rides out, bring your buggyeyes out
Turn your six,
I laid back in the
MaybackNigga, this the payback,
I know you bitch niggaz, from way back
Niggaz wanna clown but the pound it dont play that
Get yourself found, drowned, where the lake at
Run up on em notoriously
And then we comin where your wake at
Eight maniac cats strapped with gats
You can hate that, face facts, fake rap cats
Cant take back what
I took back to the
Brook, look
Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people kill their brothers
I think theyve lost their minds an
Im hung up
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