Sha-Cronz - Hatin' Don't Pay lyrics

[Intro: P.C. (ShaCronz)] Yeah, heh.. mothaf**a! 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 ba*tards 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 Cla**ics Pack more guns, my Desert E's drop f*ggots And f**in' with the wrong bodies, ya seats popped, ba*tard [Chorus] [P.C.] Yo, yo You 'spond, submission, watch, mission to stop me Won't be defeated cuz they broke and they b**hes is sloppy They got me hot so I'm makin' n***as laugh, haha, seventeen dot Every single time my gat is co*ked Y'all picked the wrong time to f** 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 Mothaf**as 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 n***as 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 n***as and b**hes, soon to become ho's Black suit in a casket soon'll become yo's My Mac shoot these ba*tards who want war That's what my gun for, n***a f** 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, n***a, 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..