The Hate That Hate Made - Paris

June 6th in the time of six o’clock

Hot summer night in the city of hard knocks

Two black brothers took a walk in the Southside

Could’ve been any brother lookin for a dope ride

Seein a white girl wasn’t in the plan

But the plan had plans of it’s own for a brother man

A bad case of the right place at the right time

Makes you just ask why?

I guess you suppose you know what a nigga do

To a female that was meant for you

Jealous cause your girlfriend screwin a black man

So you bust caps on an innocent bystand

But I guess we all look the same

A God damn shame you don’t know my name

Musta just been two blacks so the payback

Fit the ID for someone like me

But you see I don’t think like you do

I come much sicker with the retribut'

Rollin twenty-five deep, troop down in a parking lot

Ready movin steady when I bust your spot, huh

You dumb motherfuckers just don’t know me

You don’t control me, so leave me lonely

Step and be prone to a cap to the dome

I don’t quit (gunshot) I’ll start tearin up shit

This is a Scarface set and no snakes allowed

Keep the pace ready set brothers rollin out

Packin a Mac-10, strapped and capped in

Now who’s to blame, for the hate that hate made?