Hate Me Or Love Me - Young Noble

Lil' nigga I dont give a fuck

If you like me or not

Young Noble Outlaw keep it piped & hot

You say you used to love Pac

And you lovin' the Lawz

Niggaz used to love Pac

Now they lovin' it raw

Sick in the head

I spit words lifted the dead

You skip to the fed

They put the triple beam on ya head

Niggaz bettin' on my creamless bread

Will they make it or not

Straight to the top

We moving ahead

We tryna drop 50 albums a year

I’m afraid to lose

Plus I was taught I had to challenge my fears

I was born lost

So what that make me?

A muthafucka fighting his-self

I shall succeed

Everybody wanna eat

Don’t nobody wanna hustle

When niggaz start eating

They forget about the struggle

Niggaz talk a lot of shit

But don’t nobody want trouble

Being a Outlaw

Niggaz hate you or they love you

Everybody wanna eat

Don’t nobody wanna hustle

When niggaz start eating

They forget about the struggle

Niggaz talk a lot of shit

But don’t nobody want trouble

Being a Outlaw

Niggaz hate you or they love you

I could lace you with a couple of jewels

You gotta listen

Or lace you with a couple of tools

When shit thickens

Throw aways -- slower days was in front of us

Foster child -- don’t nobody want none of us

We all was wild -- muthafucka

Not some of us

The hawk was out

Dawg the block was the comforter

Plottin' on some other shit

Them niggaz’ll get you

You think them niggaz hustlin'

Them niggaz is snitchin'

The one pointin' at you

When they read you ya sentence

And all along you thought you kept it real wit’cha niggaz

The ones who ain’t say shit them really the killaz

And those who on that snake shit

Somebody’ll kill 'em

I’m faced with the trouble

Of the everyday black male

Black male, crack cell, packed jail, gat tell

How many of yall niggaz take care of ya kids

How many of yall niggaz tryna straight from the bids

They wonder why we wild out when we get big

We rappin' with a foul mouth

Teachin' ya kids

Ya know it aint no worse then what they hearing at home

Plus it aint no food and he always alone

He said «fuck school mom leave me alone»

And though he feel peace when he hearing my songs

I tell him go to school

I ain’t teaching him wrong

We connected to the streets like each in my arm

The industry is just like reading a palm

You mention me

It’s just like ringing the Lawz

How could it be the streets keep screaming for Nobe

Them muthafuckas knownin' that I’m one of they own

Ah

Noble justice!