ignore them orders Come bleed our fathers, God bless our mothers 'Cause God made hate, God made hate Then God made you God made hate God made hate then God
Traduction: Living Things. God Made Hate.
orders Ignore them orders Come bleed our fathers God bless our mothers God made hate God made hate then God made you God made hate God made hate then God
of the people and go against all this evil Some people hate it, but I made it, so I'm never concerned About what they be talkin' about, I've lived and
look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate change (They hate change) And they hate progress They hate me and they hate you They hate
of a semi-important life Far from a complaint, but a mere look at the present showin you the changes that I made The proverbial lemonade that I made I made
hit you back, so you can take his freedom away? That's you That enjoy makin people lives hard, but when trouble come around your way you go runnin to god
bustin brains for a living disrespecting God's children bitch you made for a prison [Chorus] [Verse 3: Z-Ro] Too many motherfuckers so I'm a hate everybody I can hate
please Heaven open up your doors I wanna live my life, my life but my life is coming to a close that's why I pray to my God - my God give me strength
working the industry You kidding me It's really nothing to me and my king You see We in the big things Eat a dick man If your hating We gone ride
cool with that finally But they heard it before Dog We living in a prison Losing our religion on em Thanks given when thankful just for living in
don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin money Ain't nothin funny cream Got a nigga seein things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal
on the block He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
s Plus Everybody's High To Doped Up To Ask Why. Watching Our Own Downfall Witnessing The End. Its Like We Don't Believe In God Cause We Living In Sin.
the cob, you'll be performin for God Either that or rob you on your boulevard Bet you never thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card God I'm on my
things that the monsters do The incomparable, remarkable, [? ] About my audio technique, my technique I recognise games like the ESPY's Cold to myself I say God
day without you around My life would be without sound Love, love, love, love must've made you on a Sunday Cos you taste to me as good as God made honey
