CHAOS
HATERS GET SOME RADIO VERSION
By: CHAOS
Catalog ID: 239472   Duration: 3:49   Tempo: Medium   BPM: 112   Vocal: Mixed Vocals
Genre: Hip Hop Music | Hardcore Rap
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One of the top 18 songs on American Idol Underground for west and east coast music. Artist is well rounded and speaks from the heart.   Keywords: Gangster Rap, Crunk Rap, Crunk Music, Hip Hop, West Coast Rap, East Coast Rap, Hardcore, R and B, Rhythm and Blues, Underground Rap, New Artist, Chaos, Criminal



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Lyrics:
 
Intro: If haters want some, come get some! 

Hook/Chorus: 
If Haters want some, tell them come get some, they might when at some but lose at this one. 
Others try and they lost and got none, so come and get some, you're always welcome. 

1 Verse: 
It's me inflicting, watch you breath heavy, say my name, have consequences, make you bleed heavy. 
To lose, already lost, so there's nothing left, so I'm a fight to the end, it, my last breath. 
Throwing blows causing casualties like I was throwing bullets, no need to reload, cock back I have more bullets. 
I like it hard, at times I seem to let down my quard, then I hate it hard, Confused and I don't know where to start. 
I'll never give up, full steam ahead until I blow up or throw-up, until the world get tow up, 
Lets celebrate the omega, when we make this blow-up, making haters ...hold up, run up get swole-up! 

2 nd Verse: 
Your rise to the top, it won't last long, do drivebys with a microphone, uproute your residents, and make it my home. 
Watch me cut this, and I leave her wide open, all down her throat and, huh commince to choking. 
I'm not joking, I'm pimping so much money out this, she may be a dike, realizing is what she like, 
So we can fight, throwout your shoulders, show these niggaz no Love, run up, get swole up! 

3rd Verse: 

Still hating on me calling me triife, Baby that's my life, take me back, I'll do the same thang twice. 
It don't matter how you rock your ice, I got heat to melt grease, and seperate facts from all disbelief. 
Surprice to see the end of your paradice, come to life, you got fear in your eyes and you're just paralize. 
But it's too late to recognized that you rolled the dice, take your piece, that's your slice, 
Compared to you I'm twice as nice, your whole crew is like three blind mice, don't know your left from your right. 
Got to keep it tight, like a virgin first night, man I'm so hot, I'm bound to melt the mic. 

Hook/ Chorus:
 
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