Haterz lyrics

[Intro: The Game]
I guess they say my attitude is the reason why I only have sh*t
Why I keep losing everything, all the people around me, all of them

[Verse 1: The Game]
These rap n*ggas hate, and they smile in my face
You rabbit n*ggas mad, 'cause the turtle won the race
And the radio debate, what the f*ck they goin' play
All the hot sh*t is my sh*t, they take what I say
Play scrabble with my words, put it on the front page
Then they go find a picture, of 50 and Game
Say it's East vs. West; New York and L.A
Since I dont' button up, now I'm beefin' with Jay
An' apologizе in seconds, you n*ggas is reckless
You'rе not goin' bait me, to beef with a legend
My pride, I protect it, the streets, I respect it
I'm not trying to replace 'Pac, so accept it
After 5 million records, the Dr. Dre lectures
And 3 world tours, West Coast resurrected
One-fourth of the group, 'til my help was rejected
And I felt abandoned, so I threw away my necklace

[Verse 2: The Game]
I can hear n*ggas talking, whispering in the dark they're
Like dogs with no bark
When I pull over and park then guns starts to spark and the
Bullets find the mark
n*ggas outlined in the chalk and I speak from the heart
When I say that I kill you, it's simple and plain
Don't say sh*t about Dre and don't mention The Game
This industry is fake and I can't understand how a grown ass
Man
Sent a b*tch to the pen, how you snitched on stan; he's a
b*tch like his man
He'd of did you for a grand. Eminem called him stan
I'ma say it again If I had one more chance I would break all his ribs
With my bare f*ckin' hands
I'm a gangsta a fighter, you ain't, you a liar
You ain't got no pride, there's a snitch in the wire
Your fan base knows that you're gangsta is dying
So I won't stop until that wanksta retires
[Verse 3: The Game]
After 20 magazines and a couple of awards
I can close the first chapter; put my plaques on the wall
To the top of the billboard
Who ever knew that I would sell more than Destiny Child and
U2?
Or do a song with Busta, go neck and neck with Usher?
Went gold in a week, I'm a bad mutherf*cka
This Gangsta Disciple and vice lord sh*t
Brown pride, latin king
This is blood, this is crip
Hit the Impala Switch
I keep a clip for any n*gga that said I f*ck his b*tch
Or changed cause I'm rich, saying Game used to strip
n*ggas weren't saying sh*t until I came with a hit
Now you want to see me dead, blood stains in his whip
Take a father from his son, put my name in cement
After I'm gone they gonna sample my songs
You can bury my bones but my music lives on