[Intro:] It's okay to hate me! Hahah! [Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Uh! - Fresh as I land on the aircraft from Japan (uh!) Courtesy of Hawaii I be everywhere
thought for a second niggaz'd pull your card God I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone HP tatted on me so his memory lives on Engagin in drama without
(feat. Lloyd Banks) [Chorus] I came in this world by myself (uh huh) So i don't need no friends (nope) I rather have it this way (yeah) It's ok, it's
Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops Go ahead, envy me, I'm
push me I aim straight for your head, so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got somethin' for your ass, keep thinkin' I'm pussy [Lloyd Banks
Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the traiN "Cheche, get the YAYO" Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!) You can SNIFF me, cut me
to murder me Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy you match now, back down niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear catch me on
car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks' in the house [Lloyd Banks] Now get the fuck on
all the time I treated you good (chorus) (Lloyd Banks) when you think about me grinding my fans You even got more watch on but it's to much time on
you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely
(wodie) If we on the same page, when you see me on stage You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me (plaud me) You know how I get, I'm still
industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Still walk around wit' the hammer boss Rope and a cross Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate
pound with me now (I got that nine with me) Niggas know how I get down (You want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets
hit 'em He don't like me, hit him while wifey was with him You heard of us, the murderous, most shady Been on the low lately, the feds hate me The son
On my son that's all that went, (down, oooh well) So stop tellin' them lies to all them motherfuckin' magazines, And radio stations nigga you know what happened. Me and Lloyd Banks
day Niggaz hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me
