Hata Killa

[Intro]
Security!
What's up kid?
They're playing their music man
Cool
These gang members, and I'm not trying to knock or nothing but I mean shut the fuck up! Hey man how would you feel if I came in and blasted my music man?
I wouldn't feel shit 'cause that wouldn't happen
Why not?
'Cause I'll whoop yo ass, that's why

[Verse 1: SCUM]
This song's for those who criticize the things they cannot do
Turn up the hook, turn down the base alright, and you are who?
You say that I should give this up, just quit and don't look back (Back)
Just how much tighter would you come if you were on this track? (Track)
I smack you like a fucking bitch because you act like one
Best have your gun 'cause I got mine or else be quick to run
When I pull up you gеt fucked up, shot up for talking shit
Where's your CD? If you'rе so tight, who made your fucking beat?
How many projects have you done? 'Cause this one is my fourth
You're talking shit, you smell like shit and shit is all you're worth
You doubt the L, you doubt your Cs so what? Those tracks are old
Where's yours? 'Cause mine are out of print 'cause they were fucking sold
I told you bitch don't fucking hate on something you ain't got
Your mind is shot, who left to rot, don't hate, conspired plot
The dot is in between your eyes, it's red, it grinds a slug
Because it's time to bury you, your grave's already dug

[Chorus 1: Tre Real & SCUM]
This crazy shit is putting a dent up in my future, uh huh
I feel the greed, the jealousy, won't hesitate to shoot ya
That nigga blast, now I'm the type of nigga to blast back for the simple fact, these haters don't know how to act
I don't even fucking know you but your lip's around my dick
Hating steady, you ain't ready to compete, you make me sick
Go and do this world a favor, kill yourself, you have to die
See you at your wake, I bet you no one there is gonna cry

[Verse 2: Tre Real]
Is gonna cry, life fucked up
Me living off luck and a niggas puzzles is in pieces
I'm tossing, turning at night, hearing voices, seeking demons
Is it dead enemies that's tryna make Tre loco fold?
Or is it God telling a nigga that this is the end of the road?
This crazy shit is putting a dent up in my future, uh huh
I feel the greed, the jealousy, won't hesitate to shoot ya
That nigga blast, now I'm the type of nigga to blast back for the simple fact, these haters don't know how to act
Now run 'em up, 'fore my slugs start to open chests
It won't take long for Teflon to rip through that vest
Envious grins from yo friends, now can you make it last
Or will yo blood, sweat, and tears make him jack yo ass?
We keep it popping, make that profit and won't stop for shit
Stay ready to blast on any buster, bootsy, punk-ass trick
Unload the clips as we crapped on the frontline
Many bodies bleeding, niggas screaming, felt a single Teflon

[Chorus 2: SCUM & Tre Real]
I don't even fucking know you but your lip's around my dick
Hating steady, you ain't ready to compete, you make me sick
Go and do this world a favor, kill yourself, you have to die
See you at your wake, I bet you no one there is gonna cry
This crazy shit is putting a dent up in my future, uh huh
I feel the greed, the jealousy, won't hesitate to shoot ya
That nigga blast, now I'm the type of nigga to blast back for the simple fact, these haters don't know how to act

[Verse 3: SCUM]
They say white boy ain't got no skills, and all his raps are wack (Wack)
So tell me would you like this track if I was brown or black? (Black)
If you said yeah then fuck you bitch, you need to stop the hate
But it's too late, you chose your fate so I must strangulate
I'll violate your fucking mom for raising you that way
Why don't you go to where I'm from? You wouldn't last a day
Say what you want but keep in mind I always got my gun
I'm not the one to take your shit, one shot and then you're gone
Умри, мудак, иди в пизду, лови топор лицом
Ведь ты родился мудаком, а сдох ты подлецом
Таким как ты я желаю скорее умереть
Хочу я вас собрать суметь и всех убить успеть
I'm colorblind, just ask my friends, they'll tell you how it is
They tell you SCUM won't fuck with yours if you don't fuck with his
So quit the hating, show some love 'cause haters don't live long
Just hit the bong, enjoy this song, and never do me wrong

[Chorus 1: Tre Real & SCUM]
This crazy shit is putting a dent up in my future, uh huh
I feel the greed, the jealousy, won't hesitate to shoot ya
That nigga blast, now I'm the type of nigga to blast back for the simple fact, these haters don't know how to act
I don't even fucking know you but your lip's around my dick
Hating steady, you ain't ready to compete, you make me sick
Go and do this world a favor, kill yourself, you have to die
See you at your wake, I bet you no one there is gonna cry

[Outro]
Who the fuck you call a gang member!? (Who the fuck you call a gang member!?, who the fuck you call a gang member!?, who the fuck you call a gang member!?)