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11/5 Hate to See Me Have Shit Here are the song lyrics for Hate to See Me Have Shit by 11/5. For more excellent 11/5 lyrics, run a search! Typed by: BONETHUG11@MSN.COM [Maine-O] Nigga I'm from the projects Now pack my tech And I demand respect You plan a place and get checked And I'll make your t-shirt wet See I'm that fed up out the Sco nigga A pro nigga What you mean that's all you got Get your ass on the floor nigga Move faster if you have to And if you ain't got what I'm knockin' Mutha fucka I'ma attempt to get me The convo before I go Joe Blow I'm robbin' niggas for they doe And hittin' the cuts and lay low I'll spray your whole block up And everybody's gettin' popped up Nobody got up Because you bitches all got shot up Clock up my nina, fuckin' supina'd I'm not goin' back to jail I'm blastin' niggas to hell And if I fail then I'm all in But at least wit a piece I can release when I'm a star bitch Cuz I'm a Northern Cali killa Stack, still a cap pilla I got dealers stackin' skrilla from jackin' niggas Chorus: x2 [Hennessy] Niggas rather see me blasted I lay dead in the casket To see me laughin' But I ain't havin' it The gas pedal I be mashin' To escape the assassin Cuz mutha fuckas hate to see me have shit [Hennessy] It's time to smash the gas pedal Openin' off 4-4 barrels Wit my strap in my lap Cuz these mutha fuckas jealous Cuz I drinkin' brews Wit my man dressed in blue Top notches on my jock Tryin' to choose cuz I make it move That's why I'm 4 deep Drunk off the Olde E And if you got beef Lets hate banger's to the goatee These scandalous ass bitches Is just as bad as these niggas And niggas could get riches So that these bitches could roll in benz's My business on the hump, on the down low like R Wit my windows smoke tinted So you can't see up in my car Callin' shots on niggas life's Like I'm Jesus Christ and uh Thou shall not grind without kickin' in mine Cuz time after time they're back Game scattered like roaches They be victims of my sickness Cuz I'm vicious when it's slowly I'm the nigga bitch And best believe there's no mistakin' Cuz these other niggas fakin' Like they're makin' what I'm makin' nigga [Chorus] x2 [Taydatay] Sort of like a psycho Fuck no, a lunatic I'm ready to do some dirt Because I'm deep up that bullshit, wit 45 Different ways to express These eleven hollow points Into yo mutha fuckin' chest Who wanna test That criminal minded nigga bustin' like a savage All for the love of the cabbage When I see it, I got to have it Fuck a ho, and milk a bitch That be the way Cuz they hate to see me lavage Makin' money, gettin' paid on the regular No hesitations for my filla, realla Cuz a nigga illa for the skrilla Peel yo cap back And creep like a mutha fuckin' menace And witness as I jack and bounce wit the quickness Stack the money in the safe Rendezvous wit the click Think of Mr. Make-A-Mil I'm the mutha fuckin' shit It's so drastic And keep away from niggas who be blastin' And hatin' on a nigga Cuz they hate to see me have shit [Chorus] x2
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