Point Blank - Who That Hatin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Point Blank] Kaboom! Look who stepped in the room You know I'm bloody than a gunshot wound You don't like the animals then get the f** out the zoo What goddamn girl, yeah I see the tattoo Just do what you do, and I'ma do me f** the dumb sh**, I got the whole world to see I'm trying to fly the friendly skies, sail the seas Lay my eyes on something that I seldom see Jump in the game head first blazed these streets Whatever I got to do to plant my feet Cause Point Blank the Bull is hard as hell Battle anybody I don't care you tell Boy I got the big weight, put it on the scale I'm giving it away, share it with your gal You know how the story go I come from the bottom Snatch the game up by the neck, now I got em Who shot em, I saw it, but I can't tell it Drop the hot sh** act like they can't smell it I ain't buying what your selling What the f** i'm supposed to do? Believe everything a mother f**er tell me These streets getting scary and scary No matter what happen I'm a always be reggie, I'm a always be co*ked and ready Always in the game, heavy heavy heavy, sh** [Chorus: Z-Ro] (x4) Who that hatin' on the Southside Blau Nobody now [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Who is it? Opportunity knocking at your door Strong arming the industry, opposition get Figure-4'ed I don't give a f** about nary one of these n***as I'll catch a case behind every one of these n***as I'm a gangsta, but a n***a don't be flagging Undercover plugging motherf**ers Z-Ro be bodybagging No n***a no b**h get love from Ro Nothing available but mean mugs and slugs from Ro f** your life, and everything that comes with it Mo City Don murder your existence Wife daughter and son with it And if i don't get acquitted Who the grim reaper gon' visit Trae gon' take an axe to your family tree and split it Screaming timber sh** will happen January through December We them n***as n***as be watching they mouth around remember My motherf**ing name Z-Ro the crooked is pain f** with me and you might never breathe again I'm the mercenary messiah my ministries mingle in the mind Till them n***as try to finish me but barely blow my high Monday through Sunday you only get one Ro I refuse to switcheroo just to accomodate a hoe I was sprung on that pearl tongue once in my life But now ain't nothing important to me but purple and a sprite And I'ma always be the crooked Z-Ro the Mo City Don Until i die with blood money in my palm [Chorus: Z-Ro] (x4) Who that hatin' on the Southside Blau Nobody now [Verse 3: Big HAWK] Its B-I-G Hawk of the S-U-C Screw bet me, been screwed up since '93 I'm armed and ready, also I'm armed and deadly 10 years in this sh** so I'm heavy, heavy 64 Chevy, drop my b**h on its belly Southside lunatic but I don't run with Nelly Ace of spades, that means I'm not afraid Not easy to persuade when i pull my blade I'll untie your braids and turn them into waves Handmade hand grenades when I do that man This ain't no masturbate when I co*k and aim Point blank range, bullet holes in ya brain Knee deep in this game, and that's a fact I'm grinding for Pat, so there ain't no turning back Fat dro sacks artillerys 9's and racks And for that stack, I won't cut a n***a no slack