Crazy James - BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY DISORDER (BTHD) Lyrics

You know what this is?
It's BTHD

I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I just write
Just write
Just write
Just write
That is my life
Just write
Like he is no son of mine
Just write
Just write
Just write
That is my life
Just write
Like he is no son of mine

I guess I'm never stopping
Hip-Hoping rocking, chopping
Always creating something
They say my sound is popping
Locks stock two barrels smoking
Afraid they I will come knocking
Another soul is floating
The streets are not worth coping

I'm moving like freezer and Goku
Transforming into a God
I'm sparring in cells with no bells
And aggravating the guards
They're stepping on cells
It's like boo
There is no margin in yards
That dragon ball wish still exists but separated with stars
We're living to die
Look at the light
Skipping the beat like bye-bye
Working on songs
Feeling that swipe
Maybe I'm ducking high-fives
Families lie
Making us cry
Like he is no son of mine
Could be chilling like a villain taking penicillin
Willing for the killing
Feeling light skies

I'm spitting through the wire
It's so swo
I'm stepping on fire to become a pro
I'm feeling like Kanye with a low frow
Still have the desire running slow-mo

I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I just write
Just write
Just write
Just write
That is my life
Just write
Like he is no son of mine
Just write
Just write
Just write
That is my life
Just write
Like he is no son of mine

We're setting new heights
I facilitate hypes
Bringing you vibes
Spitting out spikes
Sites on citizen strikes
All of their lights
Yeez on dykes
Skin like cinnamon bites
Dipped in spice
It's like Yikes
Too many Singleton nights

We're living to die
Look at the light
Skipping the beat like bye-bye
Working on songs
Feeling that swipe
Maybe I'm ducking high-fives
Families lie
Making us cry
Like he is no son of mine
Could be chilling like a villain taking penicillin
Willing for the killing
Feeling light skies

I'm spitting through the wire
It's so swo
I'm stepping on fire to become a pro
I'm feeling like Kanye with a low frow
Still have the desire running slow-mo

I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I just write
Just write
Just write
Just write
That is my life
Just write
Like he is no son of mine
Just write
Just write
Just write
That is my life
Just write
Like he is no son of mine

I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I guess they want to hate me
I just write
Just write
Just write
Just write
That is my life
Just write
Like he is no son of mine
Just write
Just write
Just write
That is my life
Just write
Like he is no son of mine