| Song | Hate Ourselves |
| Artist | Bone Crusher |
| Artist | Goodie Mob |
| Album | AttenCHUN! |
| 作曲 : Barnett, Gipp, Hardnett ... | |
| (featuring Goodie Mob) | |
| Listen let that music hit you for about 5 seconds | |
| There are thingz in life | |
| We of people need to get, need to get our weight up | |
| Together the struggle starts today people | |
| Listen here we go | |
| In life sometimes things aint what they seem | |
| Some say they love you don’t mean a damn thing | |
| Sometimes it makes me wonder why | |
| This pain it hurts me deep inside | |
| Cuz all I wanna do is give love | |
| But all day wowdees mean mug | |
| So it brings the thug in me | |
| And all I want is my family wit me | |
| To share in this love of life | |
| For my lil shorties to eat right | |
| It’s the short life that we live | |
| And theres a lot that you can give | |
| Get up yo weight people… | |
| Tell em Tell em | |
| Why we hate ourselves sooo | |
| Please let me kno | |
| Why we hate ourselves soo | |
| Guess that’s how goes | |
| The wars the battles the tussles the struggles | |
| From nobody to a legend | |
| Give in here | |
| I command your attention | |
| As if I was a band, you the people in the stand understand | |
| I keep my lyrics slum and rigid | |
| Young prospects watch, my feet don’t miss my pivot | |
| Don’t matter my year, my gives stay consistent | |
| I went from born to blazed | |
| To beautiful days and beautiful ways | |
| Laying down the truth for a bankhead, respect it | |
| I try to interject it, | |
| I say through the music and the medic | |
| Im dedicated to my pen and my pistol | |
| My family and my hood | |
| I wish you nothing but good | |
| Tell em Tell em | |
| Why we hate ourselves sooo | |
| Please let me kno | |
| Why we hate ourselves soo | |
| Guess that’s how goes | |
| We don’t love ourselves, cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror | |
| A people that don lied to us | |
| In the quipped to 24 7 | |
| Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend | |
| We swerving in our innocence | |
| Taking off in yo | |
| G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44 | |
| Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke | |
| Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps | |
| Just litsten a beat, aint no love in these streets | |
| And it’s a shame what a n*gga gotta do to feed his family | |
| Trappin, scrappin, head stung | |
| I made my mistakes in the past, but | |
| I was young and dumb | |
| Learn from the thug, learn from the bars, learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum | |
| I forget bout the struggle, | |
| I cant get by without the help from my sister and my brothers | |
| Tell em Tell em | |
| Why we hate ourselves sooo | |
| Please let me kno | |
| Why we hate ourselves soo | |
| Guess that’s how goes | |
| Never say never, | |
| Im clever | |
| Cutter butter brother | |
| Shut her mother***** lips wit my clip | |
| Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip | |
| A legendary, underestimated, underrated, hated by the critics | |
| But I spit it, make em git it | |
| Kick it when | |
| I hit yo city, | |
| Hook me up with the best greens they serve | |
| I took a bird in the red eye | |
| Im workin till | |
| Im dead eye | |
| The misson never ends | |
| Im up for them lazy a** | |
| Mo gon clap dough, silly from they growth | |
| True n***** they kno, stay together till its over | |
| Staring out the window of my old home, | |
| We older Im never sober | |
| Im never sober | |
| Tell em Tell em | |
| Why we hate ourselves sooo | |
| Please let me kno | |
| Why we hate ourselves soo | |
| Guess that’s how goes |
| zuò qǔ : Barnett, Gipp, Hardnett ... | |
| featuring Goodie Mob | |
| Listen let that music hit you for about 5 seconds | |
| There are thingz in life | |
| We of people need to get, need to get our weight up | |
| Together the struggle starts today people | |
| Listen here we go | |
| In life sometimes things aint what they seem | |
| Some say they love you don' t mean a damn thing | |
| Sometimes it makes me wonder why | |
| This pain it hurts me deep inside | |
| Cuz all I wanna do is give love | |
| But all day wowdees mean mug | |
| So it brings the thug in me | |
| And all I want is my family wit me | |
| To share in this love of life | |
| For my lil shorties to eat right | |
| It' s the short life that we live | |
| And theres a lot that you can give | |
| Get up yo weight people | |
| Tell em Tell em | |
| Why we hate ourselves sooo | |
| Please let me kno | |
| Why we hate ourselves soo | |
| Guess that' s how goes | |
| The wars the battles the tussles the struggles | |
| From nobody to a legend | |
| Give in here | |
| I command your attention | |
| As if I was a band, you the people in the stand understand | |
| I keep my lyrics slum and rigid | |
| Young prospects watch, my feet don' t miss my pivot | |
| Don' t matter my year, my gives stay consistent | |
| I went from born to blazed | |
| To beautiful days and beautiful ways | |
| Laying down the truth for a bankhead, respect it | |
| I try to interject it, | |
| I say through the music and the medic | |
| Im dedicated to my pen and my pistol | |
| My family and my hood | |
| I wish you nothing but good | |
| Tell em Tell em | |
| Why we hate ourselves sooo | |
| Please let me kno | |
| Why we hate ourselves soo | |
| Guess that' s how goes | |
| We don' t love ourselves, cuz we hate who we see off in the mirror | |
| A people that don lied to us | |
| In the quipped to 24 7 | |
| Show us in the good book, if we go off to heaven, reverend | |
| We swerving in our innocence | |
| Taking off in yo | |
| G 44 tell the truth about my ken 44 | |
| Po Po scared my up honey, and gave her a stroke | |
| Jammed her up wit coke, strung out on soaps | |
| Just litsten a beat, aint no love in these streets | |
| And it' s a shame what a n gga gotta do to feed his family | |
| Trappin, scrappin, head stung | |
| I made my mistakes in the past, but | |
| I was young and dumb | |
| Learn from the thug, learn from the bars, learn from the ghetto, learn from the slum | |
| I forget bout the struggle, | |
| I cant get by without the help from my sister and my brothers | |
| Tell em Tell em | |
| Why we hate ourselves sooo | |
| Please let me kno | |
| Why we hate ourselves soo | |
| Guess that' s how goes | |
| Never say never, | |
| Im clever | |
| Cutter butter brother | |
| Shut her mother lips wit my clip | |
| Take a trip, take you way up in yo whip | |
| A legendary, underestimated, underrated, hated by the critics | |
| But I spit it, make em git it | |
| Kick it when | |
| I hit yo city, | |
| Hook me up with the best greens they serve | |
| I took a bird in the red eye | |
| Im workin till | |
| Im dead eye | |
| The misson never ends | |
| Im up for them lazy a | |
| Mo gon clap dough, silly from they growth | |
| True n they kno, stay together till its over | |
| Staring out the window of my old home, | |
| We older Im never sober | |
| Im never sober | |
| Tell em Tell em | |
| Why we hate ourselves sooo | |
| Please let me kno | |
| Why we hate ourselves soo | |
| Guess that' s how goes |