Artist: Dave East f/ Nas Album: Paranoia: A True Story Song: The Hated Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Nas] We gotta get it They hated Esco They hated Escobar I'm still here Dave East talk that talk Streets need that; NYC, L.A., Chicago, Detroit, the whole world Let's get it [Dave East] I had a basic plan, get out the projects and never look back Could still smell the aroma from when my uncle would cook crack One conversation between homies, better yet brothers That used to spend the night with each other They moms was best friends One name was Anthony, the hood called 'em Aunt Live Kept his pistol on 'em, so he bought a bigger pant size He got a little colder the moment he watched his man die That was ten years ago Baby-face, wishing that his beard would grow Now he throw a set up anywhere he go He just a product of his environment Told me he'd rather die than never go to Rikers again Did a bid, his celly was blood, he studied five percent Came home, like let niggas see me, I'll never ride with ten Cory was his right-hand man, his mother up North She was busting checks with the wrong nigga He popped Xannys and he just want him some strong liquor Lose the attitude, he miserable For years he tried to get a lick or two Moms begging he finish school, but non-sense he get into Ant' met Cory when they was kids with innocence Ant' hated his dad around 'cause that nigga was militant Cory found a holder pass, some cash, they could triple it Double it, stack it up, Cory ain't never want to spend Ant' was blowing money fast, big Meeching when he shopped Flashy nigga, body wrapped in diamonds, necklace, and the watch They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin They gon' hate eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin They gon' hate eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it Ant' and Cory set up a trap, fiends in and out of that No mask, stocking cap, they robbed him, but he got it back Six in the morning with baggies on him was a way of life Streets will teach you quick, ain't nothing free, pay the price Eviction notice in the kitchen, your bitch will stay the night Cory had the sour with him, Ant' fuck with 'yola Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders Locked up with killers up North, he rubbed a couple shoulders Cory told Ant' on the V I the block was changing Ant' told Cory be grateful, freedoms' amazing Three and half light bed, Ant' stayed in drama He was light skinned, outside before you niggas was typing No MySpace Cory and Ant' had butter rockin' The other younger niggas from the block, just loved to watch him Couple hate us, but nothing major, they knew the streets Niggas caught Cory, made him take off that new Philippe Cory took it on the chin, he wasn't new to beef Killers kill you for talking, all you gotta do is speak That's a man down, Ant' told Cory have the fam 'round And keep on shitting on niggas until your pants brown They hustle low, so much evidence that [?] found Cory got nervous whenever they spun that Van 'round They snatched him and talked about the way he got it Broke the code, that was snitchin', it ain't no way around it They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin They gon' hate eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it They hated Jesus, hated Malcolm, hated Martin They gon' hate eight niggas living in a two-bedroom apartment No lights up in the crib, I guess I came up out the darkness Mood change when I spark it, new Range, now I park it [Nas] Ayo' East It's your man, Nas Esco' Keep doin' what you do Peace be on to you my young brother Young king