"Haters Gone Pay"  Parental Advisory genre: New School
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	There's a lot of haters out there, and you're all gonna pay, believe that.
	CD: Lords of Regulation   Label: Me Not U Entertainment Credits: DJ Swagz
	Story Behind the Song I got a lot of haters around here, I'm just letting them know in this song that I haven't forgotten about them. Lyrics First off, I’m sick an tired of hearin shit When I come through the room please stand don’t sit Look at yourself layin on the floor with no class Knees to ya elbows waitin to get it in the ass Walkin around sayin my cd sucks Might wanna think about a little nip n tuck Tryin to ride on me, Sir Law himself? Wood to the kneecap put ya ass on the shelf Receiving a little respect from you would be nice But breakin my foot off in ya ass will suffice I’d offer my hand but you’d just slam the door But keep in my mind my heart didn’t tore You’re a motherfuckin hater… But it just don’t matter As long as the number in my account grows fatter Mother fuckin hater… Didn’t know when to get on so it’s time to get off Better hope the cushions on the bus are soft I dust myself off, put on my Iron Man shades And walk through the place like I lead a parade With my posse with me that’s what it appears Look in my eyes, do you see tears? Look in em again, that’s not hate you see It’s the reflection of your soul’s impurity Fuckin with me? I hope you have wealth Cause the doc’s gonna say (that’s not good for your health) Hit the straw when you see Sir Law Grab your gloves cause it’s time to brawl Tried to destroy me but the planned turned sour Now ya bout to feel the wrath of my power Man, Haters gone pay You’re a motherfuckin hater… But it just don’t matter As the number in my account grows fatter Mother fuckin hater… Didn’t know when to get on so it’s time to get off Better hope the cushions on the bus are soft All right I see ya over there burnin a hole with your eyes Keep stuffin your face with ya McDonald’s fries I got nothing to do with your low ambition Without even touching the safe I pay tuition While you’re bending over pickin up that dolla I’m a blind side ya knocking off ya colla Like a freight train movin at the speed of light Might be a better idea to move and not fight You only need one finger to describe me Any more than that is just not necessary Have I convinced you yet that your thinking is wrong? Shhhhh….Listen to the song… You’re a motherfuckin hater… But it just don’t matter As the number in my account grows fatter Mother fuckin hater… Didn’t know when to get on so it’s time to get off Better hope the cushions on the bus are soft You’re a motherfuckin hater… But it just don’t matter As the number in my account grows fatter Mother fuckin hater… Didn’t know when to get on so it’s time to get off Better hope the cushions on the bus are soft

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