Haterz

[Produced by Ribah] [Intro] Yes! What's happening? It's B.o.B! Let me introduce myself once again Mr. East Side all day Decatur, Georgia - What's happening? [Calleror?] Man, jah-jrk-ga-gu-Woo! Woohoo! Boy, I'm just excited! I'm cra - this is crazy! Okay, this is B.o.B, and this is the LRG Hi! My Name is B.o.B mixtape series (Ribah on the Beat!) [Hook: B.o.B] We got 'em going down for the count, looking down at the ground That's why we got Haters, that's why we got haters Haters everywhere go, Haters everywhere go Haters everywhere go, where we go Haters going down for the count (One!) Looking at the ground (Two!) I think you're a hater, I think you're a hater Haters everywhere go, haters everywhere we go Haters everywhere go, where we go Haters going down for the count [Verse 1: B.o.B] Jeahh.. yes sir it's the beats from Decatur (Jeah) Can't see enemies and the haters (Jeah) Little sharp like a thing like the razor (Jeah) Blade, come clean like a shape up (Aha) So I guess I gotta game my tape up (uh-huh) But everybody got the need to say something (uh-huh) Can't speak up whenever you face them (uh-huh) That's what you call microphone gangsters (What's up?) Yeah I got them, [?] dope (Dope) Yeah I'm raw, you know my flow (flow) Cause Bobby acting extra hard, like a viagra overdose (aha) Talking that noise on all them songs (songs) A bunch of little boys, but you all look grown (grown) Those niggas there, and these niggas here But it really doesn't matter, cause they all just clones (clones) Go to school, read a book, be a lawyer (lawyer) Hell yeah, man I'm all for the cause (cause) And they ain't trying to involved with the law serve But a nigga will get caught with the most money And that just ain't a threat on a song (no) Don't get it wrong, for protecting my own (no) Cause niggas that slip, they don't last long (no) [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Ross.. Haters talk, but they don't count [Bet you got you a bird, nigga still at an ounce?] [Bet you got you a house?], haters hating on me Cause I'm OG, big boss of the south Got more diamonds, got more whips Do more shining, stack more chips I'm just riding, straight profiling Yeah I'm smiling, with your bitch VIP, don't touch my shit Day with me, yeah that's my clit Shake them haters, watch me stunt Now all at once, suck my dick! They know what we came for, AK to your [cango?] They got me under investigations, they say I slang dope (Heeyy) [Bridge] We got 'em going down for the count [Verse 3: Juvenile] Boss! Talk about you, when I roll away When around me, you ain't even got a word to say And you was telling your folks, you were going to murder me Kept me going to the car, ready hurry to play Y'all looking at a man, I'm looking at children Bored like a motherfucker, what is you doing New Orleans, my city long been burnt Watch yourself, your coming down your turn You know what it is, you been down that path In the shit, that these clowns don't have Like buying a [boy/bar?] and putting it on my tab Hate around on me, even on my staff You a momma's boy, nigga you ain't so rough Back in the hood, you didn't have no nuts Me and my people used to beat you up Now you on top and [thank you too much?] (They hating) [Bridge] [Verse 4: Big Kuntry] Cocaine! (Cocaine!) Dirty niggas, I done hate 'em (Yep) Even bought a PSE chain (What?) But that don't make you family (Uh-uh) Behind my back you mad at me (strange) In my face you proud of me (What?) (Haha) Fuck boy, go ahead, nigga you ain't gotta me kind to me (uh-uh) Niggas scared (niggas scared!) Cause I got that hater stopper (stopper) What's that? (What's that?) [Left be?] my motherfucking chopper (chopper) I told [till?] (told till), I going to hold a hustle down It's [market?] season (market season), I'm killing shit now [Hook]