Paris (Rapper) - The Hate That Hate Made (Power of God mix) lyrics

[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