4 Tha Haters

I never gave a fuck about a bitch
And never will come to seperate the
Fake from the motherfuckin real
 get crazy and stupid
I shoot him straight through the heart
Like I'm related to Cupid
The federals trail me, but they can't feel me
I'm a picture not a poster
Ma they can't nail me
Whatever they tell me, I won't hear it
Even when I die, they gon see my spearet
So less than you fear it
Should view it from a far
Don't you come near it
And I hear them niggas poppin they jaws
Got pussy full of cock in my drawers
Whatever, nigga

See me in the streets, you can hollar
I'm cool
And if it's bout dollars, Imma hollar at you
If it's about your woman
You can hollar at Boo got through
We had a blast
Don't need a mask to do what I gotta do
Cause I want the next niggas to
Know what I'll probably do
And I want my next niggas to blow
So I got the crew
It's Young Money motherfucker
Is the building, Cash Money the roof
And Weezy Baby in the building
And I'm running it too
I hear you niggas run in here too
Get yourself some money