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The Second Song I made...For Ya Haterz
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Peak: #1352   (1,760,169 songs currently in HipHop)
Peak in sub-genre: #215   (231,515 songs currently in Hardcore Rap)
Upload date
September 10, 2004
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MP3 2.4 MB, bitrate 128 kbps.
0:00 minutes
Words/music
C-Fax
Story behind the song
This song is dedicated to all ya haterz who say may skillz aint up 2 par...
Lyrics
Chorus:x2 Ya Anint got enough heart, To roll in my park, In the dark, When the guns spark, Mutha Fukaz... Verse:1 Now a days, People is trife, They play the good roles, While behinde the sceenz, They the type, To stab u in the back with a knife, Jus my luck to be livin this life, Guess it wus just the roll of the dice, But some one in the end, Gon be payin the price, But we all know theres haterz, Punk bitch rat cat snake traiterz, They talk the good one, but they just tryin to play us, Niggaz is mad cause, They cant support the bitches im wit, Cant even fuk wit the bitches i hit, And the only type of bitch they can get, Be suckin on that glass dik, Haterz mad cause my cash flow, Cuase i got money cash hoez, New whips bitches kicks and cloths, Ya neva worked as hard, As i did for mines, Strait up, Whent to bricks from dimes, Ya red shirted whole i started on the line, Come on dogz, Im still hard on my grind, I stay in the hood, So im not hard to find... Chorus:x2 Ya Anint got enough heart, To roll in my park, In the dark, When the guns spark, Mutha Fukaz... Verse:2 C-Fax bagz weed, Like garden work, Ya just alter words, From pac nas to caters words, I smoke da herbs, Like i smoke the herbs, Dont be concerned dogs, Im sick with the werds, Got a ill werd play, Neva listen to he had heard say, I just hit niggaz up, In the worst way, I like goin clubbin, To get my hands up, But when im finished, I got to the bak, To stick ya hands up, Com on nigga, I no i aint spreewell, But ima have u choked up, Rolled up, Smoked up, Like dem dutches, You no wut nigga, Wit this bat in my clutches, Ima put u on them daum critches, Daum nigga fuk dis, I aint even gotta dis you, Cause i had ya gurl here last night, With ya moms and ya sista... Chorus:x2 Ya Anint got enough heart, To roll in my park, In the dark, When the guns spark, Mutha Fukaz... Verse:3 Ya best know, My tex blow, Through the rain sleet or snow, The same route the mail go, Matta fact, i lean back, Like Fat Joe, And let a shell go, Strait from the pump, Blast and take a chunk, The size of the clumps, Ya aint gon blast back, Das why i laugh at you chumps, C-fax the type, To run up in ya crib kid, Rock ya wig kid, And snap you like a twigg, Whetha you small or big kid... Chorus:x2 Ya Anint got enough heart, To roll in my park, In the dark, When the guns spark, Mutha Fukaz...