[Verse 1]
June 6th in the time of six o'clock
Hot summer night in the city of hard knocks
Two black brothers took a walk in the Southside
Could've been any brother lookin for a dope ride
Seein' a white girl wasn't in the plan
But the plan had plans of it's own for a brother man
A bad case of the right place at the right time
Makes you just ask - why?
I guess you suppose you know what a n***a do
To a female that was meant for you
Jealous cause your girlfriend screwin' a black man
So you bust caps on an innocent bystand
But I guess we all look the same
A God damned shame you don't know my name
Musta just been too black so the payback
Fit the ID for someone like me
But you see I don't think like you do
I come much sicker with the retribute
Rollin twenty-five deep, troop down in a parking lot
Ready movin' steady when I bust your spot, huh
You dumb motherf**ers just don't know me
You don't control me, so leave me lonely
Step and be prone to a cap to the dome
I don't quit {*BLAM*} When I start tearin' up sh**
This is a Scarface set and no snakes allowed
Keep the pace ready set brothers rollin' out
Packin' a Mac-10, strapped and capped him
Now who's to blame, for the hate that hate made?
[Verse 2]
Warned once before, avoid the hardcore
Vigilante punk-police encore anthem
Just made by the panther noir
Step aside 'cause my rhythm's the guide and I go far
Introduced, let loose to the public
Stepped to this but ya missed and I bust quick
With rounds of rapid fire, sharper than barbed wire
Shouldn'ta done this, so now I'm run sh**, huh
P-Dog, original Earth-born
Cream and I mean I'm mean 'cause I've been torn
Apart since youth, no truth in Babylon
'Scuse me, USA, but I ain't wrong
So you say blue eyes and slim hips are hip
'Cause blondes have more fun n' sh**
But I guess I just must be the black sheep
Or better yet white sheep, beauty's skin deep
So make way for the good gut with the black hat
My first two words was "f** That"
Ain't light enough so you think I don't know
But this ain't no, gorilla sideshow
But then maybe it is when it's spelled with a U -E
Instead of an O 'cause I Boozee
Down at point-blank range when ya think that
The black was with that inferior format
So I spit, fold the grits and stay paid
And I won't stray from the path Allah laid
f**in' up because I ain't no slave
I just say
It's the Hate That Hate Made