[Jermaine Dupri (Freeway)]
  What?
  Y'all got hate in your blood
  (This is fucked up)
  Y'all got hate in your blood
  (This is fucked up man)
  Y'all got hate in your blood
    [Jermaine Dupri]
  Listen
  I know y'all niggas want me
  I hear y'all niggas plottin'
  I see y'all niggas lookin'
  But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast
  Through the city with no top
  That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot
  In everybody's hood with other niggas' hoes
  I'm throwin' paper at them bitches
  Screamin' So So
  Now every spot I hit
  I'm hearing different shit
  About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this
  It's fucked up but I
  But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision
  On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know?
  I got a daughter now, young age three
  If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat
  Feel me?
  Do I floss? YES!
  Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self
  It's bad, I feel your pain dawg
  But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker!
    [1 - Freeway (JD)]
  If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris
  And talkin' bout stacking chips
  You know what?!
  (You got hate in your blood)
  Sick of seeing Bentley's
  And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs
  (You got hate in your blood)
  If you're sick of seeing artists
  And hearing artists
  You know what!
  (You got hate in your blood)
  Listen I know you niggas want me
  I hear you niggas plottin'
  I see you niggas lookin'
  But I ain't stoppin, it's on
    [Jadakiss]
  Papi had raw, then I bought him out
  You know me, fuck niggas
  Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
  Rapid fire got my hands shakin'
  And everybody hate dyin'
  But most niggas die hatin'
  While y'all run to the bank
  I run to the brink
  A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink
  I got a glass kitchen
  You can see what's under my sink
  And I do shit just to do it
  Too much money to think
  So you can hate all you want
  I'mma still be 'Kiss
  Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich
  JD's the architect, he built these hits
  Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit
  And you can tell any one of your boys
  You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys
  Cause I know you got hate in your blood
  Still dump eight in your mug
  So cock sucker take it and love, uh
    [Repeat 1]
    [Jermaine Dupri]
  Somebody tell me why man
  Somebody tell me why
  Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man
  Let me explain something to y'all about me man
  Why y'all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs?
  Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfucker
  Y'all think I'mma stop, FUCK NAW
  I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent
  In the black bent, with them dubs on that shit
  We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal
  Pourin' Belvidere on bitches
  We don't GIVE A FUCK MAN
  A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit
  Out of one y'all niggas right now with some money
  But you know what I'm saying
  Cause y'all niggas just hate, hate, hate
  Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers
    [Repeat 1 (2x)]
    Bitch!