Hate [Jay-Z + Kanye West] - Jay-Z, Kanye West

Haters, haters;

these niggas is haters

And I made myself so easy to love

How much they hate it?

very!

Kiss girls like Katy Perry

I am never sprung, but I Spring 'er, Jerry

Don’t try this at home: results may vary

King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry…

Who-va?

Hova

Both are American Gangsters

You choose who’s colder

Rappers get nasty in the booth but I’m grosser

I can’t even stomach myself, ulcer!

More realer 'cause I’m closer

Had girlies in girdles weighing more than they supposed to

Poser, no sir

My hustle, so Russell

I stretch work, yoga

You know I got it down, dog

Al Roker, I used to knock pounds off

It ain’t nothing for me to knock nouns off

At these MCs praying for my downfall

They just haters

I wave at you, I’m so player

I’ll never be done, I’m so ra-re

We killing the game, it’s not fair

You muh’fuckers stay right there

'Cause we too high up in the air

We blasting off just like a laser

Nigga, pee-une, pee-une, pee-une

Get back, gimme room room room

DB9 like vroom, vroom, vroom

Young Hov', what we doin', doin', doin'?

We ballin', bitches

Eating y’all food, leaving dishes

Why these niggas always talking Lear talk, 'Ye?

Why I never see 'em at the Clearport, 'Ye?

Why always hear they at the airport?

While I fly daily like I’m in the Air Force?

Therefore, please stop talking my ears off

Millionaire talk

You haters, you mad at me 'cause your paper

Need to get its motherfucking weight up

Hold up, wait up, I ain’t done

Name one thing I ain’t done

It hurts when you say that I ain’t the one

You haters, how do I gain your favor?

I need to know 'cause I care

I need you to love me, I swear, look here!

See 'Ye is running the Chi like Gale Sayers

I’m running New York

I got the mayor on my pager

You can’t fade us, you haters

I need you, stay there, I breathe you like air

Yeah-yuh, yeah-yeah-yeah yeah-yuh