The lyrics are admittedly hokey, but the sentiment is real…
- Here’s a story bout a ni**a named Hate
Who lived next door to this cat named Great
See Great did everything Great that he put his mind to
But Hate had a mind-state he was confined to
Had a chick named Misery, the neighborhood ho,
And the company she kept, you know how that go?
Me, I stayed on Prosperity Street and Success Lane
Was taught comin’ up in the streets to respect game
This nigga Jealousy was always telling me how Envy don’t like me
Envy wanna fight me. See Envy was a shiesty type a ni**a
Who showed his discontent politely
Snake in the grass ass ni**a that’d cross you soon as he get the chance.
Type a ni**a that’d throw salt on your plans
Teamed up with Hate, tried to sh*t on Great
Cuz when you make it to the top
This is what you’ll await.
With that said,
You see, if you ever wanted to ever be anything
There’d always be somebody that’d shoot down any dream
There’ll always be haters, that’s the way it is
Hater ni**as marry hater bit***s and have hater kids
And they be one big hater family
Shake a cup.