[Intro]
B-Real on the track, gets no better than that
Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat
Mm

[Chorus]
I know all these n***as be hatin' on me
They wanna see a n***a fall, they just waitin' on it
Fuck it, let's bang it out until we all dead
I heard another n***a died, I'm like, "Oh, yeah"

[Verse 1]
Huh
On my hip, I got a hitter like a beeper back in '94
Rappers act like divas over features, that's your partner though
I said what I said, don't let that boy fuck you up to pose
I don't believe in Casper, but I made some n***as turn to ghosts (Yeah)
These n***as ain't rockin' how I'm rockin'
These n***as ain't droppin' what I'm droppin'
That's why thеy always tryna stop me, yeah
Thesе n***as be hatin' on the under
Same n***a who got my number tryna stop a n***a bread

Ol' pussy ass n***a, why you hatin' on the next man?
Tryna stop another n***a dollar, shit I can't stand
I see n***as jumpin' dick to dick, y'all look like big fans
I stand on that business, by myself, I'm like a kickstand (Huh)
I stand on that business like I'm workin' with a suit and tie
Know I'm from that [?], don't look too wrong, we play it eye for eye
Cut [?] off without the verse, let's fight, I'll put shit in the sky
Tell 'em [?], this that shit that make them youngins slide
[Chorus]
I got it on my waist before I walk up out the door because I know these n***as hatin' on me (Hatin' on me)
Before I let a n***a put my feet up the air, I'ma let this motherfucker go
I got it on my waist before I walk up out the door because I know these n***as hatin' on me (Hatin' on me)
Before I let a n***a put my feet up the air, I'ma let this motherfucker go (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Huh
Rappers actin' funny with their verses like I need their features
I know y'all don't like me and that's cool 'cause I don't like you neither
Street n***a, certified, billboard and I'm platinum
Bitch, stop all that lyin', you weren't gangsta 'fore you started rappin'
Bro come up, they started nappin'
Keep in hand, I wanna dap him
N***as be talkin' sideways to the cameras but ain't gettin' at me
I really act up, I got love for a gangsta
RIP to Juke, one of the first to show some love to a gangsta, okay
I got murder on my mind, and all the killers know me
I done seen death a hundred times, a bitch could never run me
I gotta peep out of my blinds, they say they got it on me
They say they got it on me, mm

[Chorus]
So I got it on my waist before I walk up out the door because I know these n***as hatin' on me (Hatin' on me)
Before I let a n***a put my feet up the air, I'ma let this motherfucker go
I got it on my waist before I walk up out the door because I know these n***as hatin' on me (Hatin' on me)
Before I let a n***a put my feet up the air, I'ma let this motherfucker go