Dear Haters lyrics

[Intro]:
Man, I'm so sick o' you mothaf*ckin' haters, so I decided to sit down and write you a mothaf*ckin' letter, you know, I hope it get to you, 'cause I won't write it again, you mothaf*ckas better listen real close, real close, we ain't playin', n*gga, tired of this old hater-ass sh*t

[Chorus x2]:
Dear haters
I'd like to thank you for hatin' on mine
'Cause if it wasn't for haters then real n*ggas couldn't shine
Dear haters
Thank you for talkin' all that sh*t
'Cause if you didn't talk sh*t, I couldn't spit it like this

[Verse 1]:
Yeah, blaow!
If I died for every hater, I'd be a billionaire
For every million haters, there's a mothaf*ckin' player
Dear hater (hater), still in the game and I didn't quit (Quit)
So you can just miss me with all that "fallin' off" sh*t
Dear hater, I'd like to thank you, for hatin' on mine
'Cause if it wasn't for haters then real n*ggas couldn't shine
I know you wanna see me broke (broke), or smokin' some crack
But I'm lookin' for new 24s to put on my lap
You n*ggas just ain't knowin' (knowin'), you just be talkin' that sh*t
And I be wrong if I just flipped and just unloaded the clip (Blaow!)
This is a letter to you haters, from Spiceberg Slim
I'm still a mothaf*ckin' boss, I'm still poppin' my brim
I had to do one for you haters, I couldn't leave y'all out
'Cause y'all are main b*tch n*ggas we be talkin' about
Dear hater, I'd like to thank ya, for bein' a sucka
Make it easy to separate you from real mothaf*ckas
[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]:
Blaow!
Thank you haters, it wouldn't be possible without you
Jealousy got me strapped, got me makin' raps about you
If it wasn't for haters, I wouldn't know how to ball
Catch me flippin' whips, lookin' hella sick on y'all
Dear haters, thank you for talkin' all that sh*t
'Cause if you didn't talk sh*t, I couldn't spit like this
Thank you haters, for walkin' 'round actin' like b*tches
Let a mothaf*cka know quick which crew is the sickest
This a letter to you haters (haters), I don't give a f*ck
So while you talkin' that sh*t, you better learn how to duck
Dear hater, I'd like to thank you (thank you), for holdin' me down (Down)
I smash on any n*gga who owin' me now
If it wasn't for haters, real players couldn't shine
Watch your signs, n*gga, haters be hatin' all the time (Blaow!)
You n*ggas wanna see me fall but I ain't goin' nowhere (Hell naw)
It's the original Bossilini, n*gga, AmeriKKKa's Nightmare (Blaow!)

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]:
Blaow!
Bless you haters, you keep me goin', through the thick and the thin
Focus let it get to you 'cause I'm gon' ride it again
You see, I can smell a hater from a mile away
'Cause I separate the mothaf*ckin' real from the fake
Dear hater, I'd like to thank ya (thank ya), for tryin' to jack me
Dumpin' some n*ggas out I know for tryin' to smash me
I know you wanna see me locked up, or stuck in the bin
But I'm out there gettin' my money finna do it again
Dear hater, you seen a girl and you try to holla
Told the b*tch I was a sucka, and you was a rida
Dear hater, I'd like to thank ya, for keepin' me ready
Just peelin' n*ggas loose brains, hangin' like it's spaghetti (Hahaha)
What the f*ck is in n*ggas to make 'em hate so much?
Man, you's a hatin'-ass n*gga, boy, you livin' off luck (Blaow!)
[Interlude]:
Damn, what the f*ck is that I smell, n*gga, this n*gga got on player hatin' cologne, get the f*ck outta here!

[Chorus x2]

[Outro]:
Blaow!
Thank you, thank you, thank you very much, thank you haters, I love you mothaf*ckas, I love you mothaf*ckin' hatin'-ass n*ggas out there 'cause if it wasn't for you n*ggas, we wouldn't shine, you mothaf*ckas wouldn't even know, you couldn't even tell, n*gga, you mothaf*ckas is some hatin'-ass, b*tch-ass n*ggas, and I can't wait 'til I catch you mothaf*ckas slippin' somewhere, n*gga, on some real sh*t, n*gga, Bossilini, n*gga, do or die, sh*t, what, Westside, blaow!

[Chorus x2]