HATERS

 FUCK YOU, NIGGA, WITH YOUR SICKLE-CELL DISEASE
FUCK YOU, NIGGA, WITH YO SISTA ON HER KNEES.
FUCK YOU, SPOOK, SUCKIN DICKS FOR CRACK
WHILE YO MAMMA'S GETTIN' PAID FOR LYIN' ON HER BACK.

FUCK ALL YOU MUTHA FUKAZ IN THE WELFARE LINE
MAKIN' CREAM FOR BEIN' LAZY WHILE I WORK OVERTIME.

YOU CLAIM TO BE KING, BRINGIN' WHITEY YOUR PAIN
BUT YOUR STINT AT B.K. WAS THE EXTENT OF YOUR REIGN.

A FAILURE, A DROP-OUT; MIND CLOUDED WITH CHRONIC
DON'T TRY TO CLAIM YOUR EDUCATED 'CUZ YOU ACED EBONICS.

BLAMIN THE MAN FOR ALL YOU CANNOT ACHIEVE
BLAME YOURSELF, 'CUZ ITS YOURSELF IN WHOM YOU DO NOT BELIEVE.

YOU GOT THA GUNZ, GAME, GANJA, AND THE GOLD
YOU GOT ALL THAT AND MORE... FOR THE PRICE OF YOUR SOUL.

NIGGAZ CAN'T HAVE SHIT WITHOUT TEARIN' IT DOWN
ALWAYS WONDERIN WHY THEIR CLUBS GET SHUT DOWN.


FUCKIN' NIGGAZ GET MAD AND SO FULL OF ANGUISH
WHEN PEOPLE DON'T LISTEN 'CUZ THEY CAN'T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE.
FUCK YOU, NIGGA, BECAUSE YOUR ANCESTOR'S LOST
YOU GOT SOLD BY YOUR BROTHAS, SO NOW WHITEY'S THA BOSS.

YOUR ANCESTORS KNOW ABOUT BLACK ON BLACK CRIME
THEY LOST A TRIBAL BATTLE AND WERE SOLD FOR A DIME.

I'M SPEAKIN' THE TRUTH, SO Y'ALL DON'T GET PISSED, 
CUZ' IF IT WASN'T FOR WHITEY, Y'ALL WOULDN'T EXIST!

FUCK YOU, NIGGA, YOU GOT NO KIND OF CLASS
YOUR OWN MUTHA FUKIN PEOPLE CAN'T STAND YOUR ASS.

WORRYIN' ABOUT THE FED'S PUSHIN YOU TO THE BRINK
WHEN ITS YOUR OWN FUCKIN PEOPLE THAT WILL MAKE YOU EXTINCT.

SO, THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR THE BLACK ON BLACK CRIME.
THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR SELLIN' A DIME.
THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR DROPPIN' OUTTA SCHOOL.
AND THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR ACTIN A FOOL.
  
SEE, YOU GIVE UP TOO QUICK IF YOU THINK YOU'LL FAIL
THAT'S WHY YOUR MAILIN ADDRESS IS THE COUNTY JAIL.

LIFE IS HARD, PRAISE GOD YOU'RE ALIVE...
KNOWLEDGE IZ STRENGTH...ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE.


P.S.  I GOT LOVE FOR ALL MY BROTHAS AND SISTAS WHO GOT LOVE FOR ME. I
EVEN GOT LOVE FOR THE HATERS.  BUT IF THE HATER'S DON'T WAKE-UP...I'LL
HAVE NO REMORSE.
PEACE.
LOUIS