Bapteest Ccf Pc Hatin` Don`t Pay Lyrics

Hatin` Don`t Pay Lyrics

[Intro: P.C. (ShaCronz)]



Yeah, heh.. mothafucka!



Yeah, big C, big dog



(Don't hate on us, we gon' get you



Big waiters, spectators)







[Chorus: Bapteest]



Hatin' Don't Pay, no way, no way



Hatin' Don't Pay.. no way, no way



Hatin' Don't Pay, no way, no way



Hatin' Don't Pay.. no way, no way







[ShaCronz]



Beyond a, Reasonable Doubt



I'm gangsta, won't hesitate to put the heat to ya mouth



Peep me out, tie up ya chick for them ki's in ya couch



We get money, go outta town, hustle for weeks than be out



Rapid flows are dramatic, I'm here to let y'all bastards know



My heart's colder than Alaskan snow, I could rip beats fast or slow



When I let the ratchets go, come out ya face get what you askin fo'



I make haters run like relays through the P.J.'s, homey



It's B.K, C.K., D-Day, homey



Keep metal, never settle for a le-way, homey



Still keep it ghetto 'til we pay, homey



Calm ya tone when we speakin' 'less you deep and got 'matics



From the home of the Nike Air's and Reebok Classics



Pack more guns, my Desert E's drop faggots



And fuckin' with the wrong bodies, ya seats popped, bastard







[Chorus]







[P.C.]



Yo, yo



You 'spond, submission, watch, mission to stop me



Won't be defeated cuz they broke and they bitches is sloppy



They got me hot so I'm makin' niggaz laugh, haha, seventeen dot



Every single time my gat is cocked



Y'all picked the wrong time to fuck with P dot C period



Just when you thought I was playin', I'm anout to get serious



Plus I'm furious and heated now, drunk and weeded now



Mothafuckas don't learn, suburbans leave 'em beaten now



O's to you ho's, leave 'em visions disposed



Like a tag can be placed on they toes - sippin' Hater-ade



Get some gators made, hustle, bought a trade



Cop a couple of locks before you get to speakin' on ya flock



Why you mad at me? Cuz I got a featurin' spot?



I guess you'd rather see me shot or somewhere strung out on rocks



Cuz I keep my mind on my grind 'til I reach the top



Go on and plot, ya haters'll never make me stop



Hatin' Don't Pay..







[Chorus]







[Freemurder]



Yeah, yeah, yo



Niggaz try to hate me like, I roll all crazy and



Let the three-eighty blow, Free got crazy dough



Frontin' for ya ho's, run through that lady coke



Music got you amped, now you leanin' on that radio



Niggaz and bitches, soon to become ho's



Black suit in a casket soon'll become yo's



My Mac shoot these bastards who want war



That's what my gun for, nigga fuck the gun law



I'm the reason they act like that



They'll make Free react like that



Find the gat on ya hat like that



Media'll wonder why I rap like that



Even behind the booth I'm strapped on a track like that



Brooklyn, nigga, throw shells 'round ya head



Wake up, shells surround ya bed



Hit ya with the pound instead



Y'all don't want me to do this



Hatin' Don't Pay, now Jake found you dead



Uh!







[Chorus]







[Outro: Freemurder]



Yo it's Freemurder, ShaCronz, P dot C period



Don't hate us, don't hate the game



Cuz the game don't hate you



The game don't even know you



You got to know the game



And remember, only the players change



The game stays the same..