Trackmasters - Haterade (Hate Me Now Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yo, a lot of you thought you could stop me But I'm still here Recording from Queensbridge Home of Nas, home of Mobb Deep We gonna get it right now Let's go! [Hook Sample: Hate Me Now] You can hate me now But I won't stop now 'Cause I can't stop now You can hate me now But I won't stop now Cause I can't stop now You can hate me now You can hate me nowwww [Verse 1] They tell I'm weak I ain't got no felony Yet I'm k**ing these rappers 'til the damn d**h of me G.O.A.T. yeah that's my destiny Haters only be bringing out the best in me People get mad, dissing my flow But either I'm speeding or y'all are f**ing slow Try to touch me I'll break your arm or your back Homies have empty pockets I have stacks Wait a second, back to the track I get high on music equivalent to high on crack Hanging at the projects blasting these tunes Eating fake thugs for dinner knife, fork, and spoon My success is accelerating like cars from cops But I'll never stop rhyming 'til the day I drop Getting money like bumblebees get honey And all the ladies around me are so stunning So if you have something to say, say it now You might not have time when I go pow pow pow [Hook] [Verse 2] Flow so sick I should be in the hospital But I got ice in my veins, call me a popsicle Old hoes are mad they see me at the top They look at me now wishing I was in stock Verbal a**a**ination a mouth with a Glock You think I'm done, I just reset the clock I'll never stop, like a jet plane with a full tank Look at the standings, I'm the number one rank So speedy I'm gone, I'm fast and I'm furious Crazy like the Joker, why you so serious? Criticize me, I think you're delirious Went to court "not guilty," if you were curious Tested time and again, and I always ace it Judge me on color, I call that racist Can't stand the heat, it's time to face it I got what you want, and girls who chase it The game just began, I'm already a winner Pray for forgiveness, I'm always a sinner [Hook] [Verse 3] The crowd gets on its feet every time I spit Every rap I write is a number one hit Stop bothering me with all of this bullsh** I don't often get mad, so don't try and push it I run this hood, I walk with a swagger I'm drunk off this sh**, I'm starting to stagger Question me again you'll end up in a ditch I'm gonna take your money, and screw your---- I don't pay for college, college pays me I own the sports page, and college pays me They say the best things in life are free Including my Bugatti, so toss me the keys I ignore all the stop signs, I got a ticket I paid for the Champaign, I might as well drink it You think you know me, well you're wrong I'm high when I write, huffing out of a bong This the last bar, so get up on your feet My name is Andy B-B, this the sound of the street [Hook]