"Live"​.​.​.​From H8erville

"Nigga you ain't shit! You wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit on- That's the same shit you was doing at the pool room, nigga! It ain't nothin...." Verse 1: JTR and Dr. Gigglez proudly introduce you A new dude with a new style That you're probably not used to Niggas try to Dicect me like I worship voodoo Cuz I go by three aliases Just to confuse you But still to have the nerve To still think I'm a fool to Niggas think that they know me Cuz deep down I'm a cool dude When I see 'em in the streets I look at niggas like "Who's you?" It's not that I'm stuck-up It's just the shit that I've been through That happens when a motherfucker tries to kill you Fuck how cool you try to be That shit unlocks an ill you That wants to walk up and down the street and kill dudes Even more When it seems like nobody feels you I was taught If something ain't for you Then it's against you If niggas watched your every move Then you'll probably be pissed to You haters luck that I JUST carry carry a pistol Instead of gotten like Bin Laden Strapped with bombs and missles... (Hook) Live from Haterville These haters made a deal To have a nigga killed Or take a niggas mil But I'mma keep it real And tell you how I feel If you run up in my grill Kill you and the hate you feel (Live from Haterville!) Live from Haterville These haters made a deal To have a nigga killed Or take a niggas mil But I'mma keep it real And tell you how I feel If you run up in my grill Kill you and the hate you feel (Live from Haterville!) (Verse 2) Take a ride to Where I reside On the East side It's a cold world Cover up with the fleece hide Motherfuckas plotting to rob me But if you got nuts Devil's night I gasoline dream To burn the block up Give a fuck less If afterwards If I get locked up Next motherfucker step up The next one getting shot up And I don't give a fuck what none of you think Fuck with me and mines I'll pop you till your family is extinct DNA? Find all that shit in your grave Find your ass lying flat off top like a fade I made up my mind To Be ahead of the times Listen close You can hear the world end in my ryhmes And niggas know I do music And they think it's amusing I laugh too Cuz you thought it would be me you'd be using To come up If you run up Blow your brains out your stomach Got niggas Searching for the studio Like some fucking groupie hoes (Live from Haterville!!!) (Hook) Da Grym Reefer: I don't realy think y'all understand What I mean by Haterville You see Every city in every state and every little town Has a little bit of Haterville in it Peep game! (Verse 3) My crime is my existence Developed a thirst for vengence Living, sinning with no regrets In me there's no repentence I come from the home of lynching Churches with no Christians The innocent over-sentence Requires me to spit this pimpin' Like a felon's required To teach school in Memphis I'm in this to pimp the system that under-estimates My wisdom Envision riches Money over bitches The law They be the bitches The streets they be the snitches My mission: To stack these chips And poof like three wishes Simple as this is they still call me vicious Cuz I don't ignore the disses I split wigs And make All you player haters sicker Than sickle-cell-syphillis Infamous like Scarecrow No girlfriend I scare hoes Niggas hate and stare like hoes Niggas like me don't care though I've got a pair of those Nuts That the world can suck Nina quicker than Peter and not afraid to bust Sluts (Hook) It's exciting, you know, being in show business It's exciting I like going home so I can show-off when I go home But some brothers break my face "Nigga you ain't shit! You wasn't shit when you was here! I seen you do that shit on- That's the same shit you was doing at the pool room, nigga! It ain't nothin.... Let me have a dollar!"