Correction Lyrics Hate Me by Bizzy Banks

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Lyrics

What? (A Lau on this beat)
Bizzy
Told him to what? (Get money)
I got the, sitchie (Like)
Bow
They know that
Like, (That’s structure)

Look
I know they hate me (I know they hate me)
So b*t*h I'm outside then, Glock got no safety (The Glock got nothing on it, bow)
Whole lotta shots I'm finna go crazy (Bow)
When I step on the court, I feel like I'm KD (I feel like I'm who?)
And no I don't dance b*t*h, got the Glock on my
I ain't gotta say too much, I call Leeky Kobe he way too clutched
And yall n***as say too much, gotta stay out the hood see the Jays too much
Catch me on the day Woo’d up, and my girl got the sitchie she way too tough
And she lookin good with her hang time, I swear she a baddie she throw up them gang signs
And I'm on the block with the same 9, I'm in love with my Nina we bust at the same time
You could hear that I'm good through the grape vine
Don't make a move, cause I just might blaze mine
Please don't talk hot cause I'm moody, you can't jack my sh*t if you ain't making movies
I'm on yo block with a toolie, and I spin thru ya block with my dawg like he Snoopy
I got a chop don't be stupid, and it really go baow it was not just the music
I don't know what’s so confusing, but watch what you say cause I just might lose it
I’m on the block with a new grip, and it got a kick that sh*t so exclusive

Like, what?
(Huh)
I know they hate me for real (I know they hate me for real)
Like, look
I know they hate me for real (I know they what?)
I just, got a new chop
I put lil bro on the drill (Bow)
And yeah when he shooting, I said he trained to kill

I told him, get that n***a
Who really riding? Who really sliding?
If you want smoke, go spliff that n***a
Nobody dying, boy why you lying
I might tell Swervo, lift that n***a
Shots start flying, mommas crying
Put him on a shirt can't forget that n***a
He yelled out bro when I hit that n***a
Like

Imma just shoot till it drop out, you know
Pass me the pizzy
She said I move different since pop out (haha)
Cuz them n***as ain't with me
No i ain't into the politics (at all)
So send me the foolery
I swear this beef sh*t ain't new to me
I used to trap in some truey jeans
Duckin' from truancy
Yeah I got breesh in my pockets, but I still might take his jewelry
Like

I told him, get that n***a
Who really riding? Who really sliding?
If you want smoke, go spliff that n***a
Nobody dying, boy why you lying
I might tell Swerv, go lift that n***a
Shots start flying, mommas crying
Put him on a shirt can't forget that n***a
He yelled out bro when I hit that n***a
Like, (Bow bow bow bow)

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