I'm riding with my fire Haters (They Some) Haters (They Some) Haters (They Some) Haters [Verse 3: D-Mac] I got haters over here, haters over there I'
stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player haters
DJ Capcom is about to fuck up hip-hop with this joint, So all you haters out there, Get back. This is a DJ Haze exclusive. [Chorus: x2] Aye yo Mac,
I love money. You take a buck from me, better duck dummy. [Mac Miller:] Yo, with my man Skyzoo, is the class clown of his high school. Ground you in typhoons, hittin' you with rhymes too Haters
be emp like we brothers Nd peace harlem and the dipset fenomenal D.c got you we got them like u got en on Yea my fan base pillin on... yea My haters need
I kill them all Found them up in bombs, ywith stomach punches Yelling and running, K of dynasty coming [Verse 2] Mortuless contender, Guerilla Maab member I be It'd
brain while tryin to explain why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous-ass player-haters
incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that
so easy [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Ayo, this right here a heat wave Keep it on the replay Still we droppin' bombs on these records, call it d-day Yeah I've
can outspit me when I'm high off sticky Throwin back Patron shots in some creased up dickies I'm D.O.C. certified, Ice Cube +Lynch'd+ me Snoop stamped
i smoke like marley i niggaz ride harleys i hurt ya daughter feelings mrs.jackson I'm sorry i'm pimpin like goldie and ballin like koby these haters
he can't with the fuckin seats back Got the paint job tho And the fuckin seats cracked [Chorus] I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dopeboy I got
(feat. Gudda Gudda) [Gudda Gudda:] Mo money (uh), Mo bitches Mo worth, Mo haters, equals mo snitches, yea Mo digits, no, mo commas Me affiliated with
a big black truck Should i wild out, what the fuck?! Act like my rims ain't clean How you gonna ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like
Nigga please, blood floods yo' Dungarees And that's just the half on my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater than the average playa hater, and
different car, under each garage do' From the Rolls Royce, that rides like hydro That white 550, nigga, kicking like Tae Bo I don't give a fuck, what ya haters
[Intro:] [Run & D.M.C] The microphone master DMC Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties You'll be praisin D down on your knees Cos I'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin