Still Hating Lyrics by D12
Let’s get into it, we some monsters, we cause controversy, all of y’all are harmless (Harmless)
I keep it funky like a homeless man’s armpits (Ugh), honestly, y’all don’t alarm us (Uh-uh)
We been killin’ ’em softly, back the hell up off me, y’all some true softies (Softies)
There’s no beefin’ and no biggie, sunny, windy, or chilly, my heart still frosty
Cold as ever like frozen weather, I hold and sever the head of who don’t know no better, there’s no let up (Uh, uh)
We so fed up with rappers and their weak bar schemes, sleepy-ass slow set ups, let’s get it
The bullshit, yo, I’m with it, I’m winnin’, so anyway you wanna spin it, I’ll finish it quick
Chillin’, I’m sick and I’m bad for you, I roll with a sinister clique
Administer shit to have you hearin’ a minister spit
Quick, duck, you better lay low
Got your girl kneelin’ down for the payload
The Master Chief gave ’em a halo (Uh)
Tap on the shoulder, ayy, bro (Baow)
Blood runnin’ everywhere like queso
Yes, your boy’s problem, so avoidin’ me is an option
My attitude is worse than them boys from Compton
Or I can catch you while you watchin’ cartoons
Creep up on you, hit you up in your noggin
Y’all been waitin’, now let’s get it
They was hatin’, now they feel it (Uh, they feel it)
Y’all should give it up and quit it
They can talk slick, but they ain’t winnin’
Y’all been waitin’, now let’s get it
They was hatin’, now they feel it
Y’all should give it up and quit it
They can talk slick, but they ain’t winnin’
Don’t nobody you know wanna come for N9na
Beside a baddie that wanna give me some vagina (Yeah, yeah)
Challenge me, you don’t do enough cunnilinga
She want a anaconda, so tuck your Thumbelina
Disaster, when I go, better run to FEMA
This Master Alucard is teeth and tongue for Mina
Get after, editors with the scum demeanor
Is BAFTA, be active for the Trump arena
Big laughter, you’re trippin’, get a gun between ya
Shit ass for playin’ in my face, I’m fumblin’ your redactor
Take cover when it’s thunderin’ from the strap ’cause
If you don’t, you’ll be under green, bruh
Okay, okay, I get it, you spit it
Relax ya, nah, nigga, but I guess one could dream to get Blacker
Maybe I should’ve sung or sing a bit cracker
I guess we shouldn’t shun the dreamers (Hahaha)
Kidnap ya, you’re thinkin’, “Aw, man, quit it”
Sick bastard, on my planet, y’all can visit
Lit crafters, we droppin’ all jams, vivid
Then have to do the B.Dawg dance, with it
They think I’m back pill takin, deal breakin’
I remember my people thought I was the real Satan
Pills takin’ they little souls, kill they friends
‘Cause on N9na and D12, they still hatin’
Y’all been waitin’, now let’s get it
They was hatin’, now they feel it (Uh, they feel it)
Y’all should give it up and quit it
They can talk slick, but they ain’t winnin’
Y’all been waitin’, now let’s get it
They was hatin’, now they feel it
Y’all should give it up and quit it
They can talk slick, but they ain’t winnin’
I’m an atomic bomb detonatin’ either
If we beefin’, I’m turnin’ it to Hiroshima (Baow)
When I cock the heat, I got impostors seekin’
For police to greet me, but I flew to Fiji
With my middle finger, on the plane grinnin’ (Ha)
They hate and pissed I didn’t make it to prison
I’m great and feelin’ like Andy Du Frame
When that nigga escaped from Shawshank Redemption (Ha)
While y’all wait for me to fall straight into the gates of hell right next to Satan
It ain’t hot as you’re probably thinkin’
I’ll be in that bitch tryna cave his face in (Ha)
Awkward people is a lot of the reason while I’m receivin’ this constant beefin’
Try to get even and you doubt my people
I’ll be knockin’ the teeth out of a non-believer (Baow)
I gets deeper, I’m leavin’ an imposter leakin’
I’m ill enough to pop a deacon (What?)
They will not compete with the reaper
When creepin’ the streets, I’m hostile and I’m reekin’ evil (Yes)
While I’m drinkin’ lava right out of the bottle
Me and Kuniva quick to follow your mama
I’ma grab her collar, make her swallow a hollow tip
Until it’s lodged in the back of her tonsils (Yeah, my time, baow)
Like Brian Burkheiser, I’ll prevail wherever
And willin’ to scatter brains with these held Berettas
Like, bah, your train of thought’ll get derailed and severed
I’m trippin’ on everybody, so please help me get up
These haters are cancerous, but when T sales develop
Them listeners keep dippin’ like ink wells and feathers
My flow sicker than Jeffery’s emails, yeah, hella
Like him and Dahmer shared a Gmail together, woah
These rap niggas be females
The pillows you talk about me on would be swell suppressors
You’re weak, frail, and we well developed
But keep reachin’ like when your seatbelt won’t let up
And I guarantee this heat’ll detail your Jetta
Rappers we’re gunnin’ for, for that retail, Cabelas
The proof is in the puddin’ like Jerry Garcia
And with that said, be well, D12 forever and
Y’all been waitin’, now let’s get it
They was hatin’, now they feel it (Uh, they feel it)
Y’all should give it up and quit it
They can talk slick, but they ain’t winnin’
Y’all been waitin’, now let’s get it
They was hatin’, now they feel it
Y’all should give it up and quit it
They can talk slick, but they ain’t winnin’
Yeah, oh, oh
No, you’ll never, no, you’ll never, no, you’ll never be this
No
They can talk slick, but they ain’t winnin’
