The Hatred

I plead
Forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's
Runnin' from enemies
Ever since the days of the seed
I'm under pressure
The stress will have me drinkin'
Thinkin' niggas after me must too
Much paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't wanna
See me stackin' G's they after a player
But I won't let 'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One in the chamber
Preoccupied with homicide
My life's in danger
Rollin' down a 4-5, beware of strangers
Hand on my 45, that's what the fame does
I'm probably wrong
But I'll never know it 'till I'm gone
From out the ghetto
Where the jealous motherfuckers roam
Pass the weed, let that Hennessy get to
Me before the penitentiary

The last straw I ain't wanna
Shatter your glass jaw
I rather blast it to levels that's past yours
And left you all alone among the dumb
How you gone win a one on one were I'm from?
That's like throwing Pun a gun
And trying to run
With no equal-belia, I turn a mil-lion
Now it's really on
Squeeze a mil-lion, freeze is killin' 'em
Leave'em chillin' in front of a buildin'-on
Squinting like he swallow hel-ium
The streets of Vietnam
An I'm the perfect weapon
Who wanna learn they lesson
I burn they vest in less than thirty seconds
Teflon the steel lets get it on for real
I penetrate any plate with
The fifty mack god-drunill
I'm hard to kill like Aids
Ganja still I blaze
You want the real I'm craze
Don't ever play around
I blaze you down like you weigh a pound
An spray the town with the
Mack hundred eighty rounds

I'm been out
I'm deadly when I pull my pen out
Keep frontin', I'mma try yo' chin out
I knocked a lot of men out
I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'mma squeeze the
Gat and pop 10 out
MC Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out
White linen and if a bitch don't like me
She must like women everytime I come around
You see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'cause yo' career
Is in the 9th innin'?
It's over now, nigga, leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where MCs get slain
Where thugs will never hesitate
To squeeze the flame
Where niggas be takin' drugs just
To ease the pain
Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
When I was OT, your bitch wrote me
First day home, I dived in it
Left her thighs dented
Now that bitch be pagin' me every 5 minutes
MCs I squash in disgrace and if
It's all about the Benjis
So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin'
Mad singles with a 50 on top
L is tryin' to have the city on lock
Peace to Biggie and 'Pac
'cause they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters
It's a shame they no longer wit us
Niggas want to be L, ladies want to see L
If I go to jail, you'll wear
A shirt sayin' "Free L!", what?

Grillin' you
Starin' you down with a Gremlin grin
I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym
I'm Slim, the Shady is really a fake alias
To save me with in case I
Get chased by space aliens
A brainiac with a cranium packed
Full of more uranium
Than a maniac Saudi Arabian
A highly combustible head, spasmastic
Strapped to a Craftmatic adjustable bed
Laid up in the hospital in critical condition
I flatlined
Jumped up and ran from the mortician
High speed, IV full of Thai weed
Lookin' Chinese with my knees
Stuck together like siamese
Twins, joined at the groin like lesbians
(Uh) pins and needles
Hypodermic needles and pins
I hope God forgives me for my sins
It probably all depends on if I
Keep on killin' my girlfriends

'Cause any man who would jump
In front of a minivan for 20 grand
A bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin' crazy (crazy) you hear me? Huh?
It's fuckin' crazy (listen)
'Cause any man who would jump
In front of a minivan for 20 grand
A bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is just fuckin' crazy
Do you hear me? Is fuckin' crazy