Young Buck - Haters Lyrics

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[Verse 1:]
Don't Ask me where the fuck Im from Or what set I claim 
I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me 
Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me 
Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me 
I minus well give it to ya since Dre sent me 
Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50 
Im on 1 and I just begun 
I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun 
The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch 
I just wish Tupac was here to witness this 
Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away 
I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day 
Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall 
See I done been locked up and I dont know who the call 
It's my time, so everybody jump on the train 
With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherfucker 

[Chorus: Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? 
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?) 
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long 
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) 

[Verse 2:]
My gun damn near bigger then me 
I aint the nigga to be 
Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me 
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me 
My homeboy come in the courtroom and hit him with 3 
I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key 
All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me 
Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down 
And dont ya worry I brought a 100 rounds 
We gon count to ten and then put the clips in 
Whoever is the last man standin wins 
You throw some money in the hood and it always works 
My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt 
Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house 
Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out? 
Its enough of this he say she say shit 
Now its time to find out who you with 

[Chorus: Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? 
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?) 
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long 
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) 

[Kokane:] 
The streets aint got no love 
Oh but im a nigga on top of things 
These niggas dont feel my pain 
Oh these niggas dont got a clue what I been through man 
But I aint even lookin for love 
Oh but i aint lookin for all ya sympthay 
I gots to just do my thing 

[Chorus: Kokane]
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? 
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?) 
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long 
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea) 

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lyrics submitted by Brandon on 23-03-2007
lyrics corrected on 23-03-2007