Thi'sl I Hate You (Crack) lyrics

I hate you...
I hate you...

Verse 1

You took away so much and I can never get it back /that's why made a vow that I'd never take you back/Yeah I was doing good but I was hurting people/I thought you were so pure but you were pure evil/Yeah when I was hungry you hooked me wit some meals/When it was time for rent yeah you help me pay the bills/Yeah I was doing good all for people that I killed/I hate the day I met you I'm just being real/I hate the fact I help you make a slave of my mommy/But that's because you told me that I only needed money/You played me like a fool yeah you use me like a dummy/But if I see you dying can get no water from me/Yeah you brought the money but wit it came the pain/Yeah you made it sunny but then it brought the rain/I came to set 'em free man I'm through wit making slaves/And I don't care how many other rappers send you praise, I hate you...

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You take away so much and can never get it back/Lord knows I hate the day I ever sold crack-cocaine

I hate you...
Lord knows I hate you...

These rappers talk about the money they talk about the fame/but they don't talk about the pain that comes from selling 'caine

Crack, I hate you...

Cocaine, I hate you...

Verse 2

How could take a little girl and crush her whole dreams/Take a strong woman and turn her into fiend/I seen wit my own two you almost crush my whole team/That's why I thank the Lord He didn't let you crush me/How could take a young boy and strip her from his mother/It's been about ten years since I seen my little cousin/They took precious from the womb I never seen my little cousin/That's why I hate you dearly what you done to my cousins/And speaking on my cousins they really miss they mother/I love my little cousins they really miss they brothers/Look at what you done did you done made they life hard/I can't wait to see the Lord He gone crush you to the floor, I hate you...

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Verse 3

Now you can give us money and you give us power/Wit a little bit of both you give stength to a coward/And you give us cars and you can give houses/You can give us pleasure make it rain by the thousands/And even by the millions you can give us islands/Put us on a tour selling multi-platinum albums/but your aim short gone enjoy your hour/Cuz you are just a flower/and God He holds the power/And what you do not tell us in this dream that you sell us/is that we storing wrath against God that is jealous/And if don't repent turn from you and serve the Lord/For every gram we sell we gone be judged by the Lord, that's why we all should hate you.

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