Love Us or Hate Us

[Intro] First off, I want to say I thank all the radio stations that EVER showed them Dirty Boyz some love We 'preciate that... but we doin' this for all our down-south rappers that ain't gettin' no love on these video stations and on these radio stations... All my down-south soldiers, they gon' keep doin' this to us if ya'll don't stand up, right now and ride with us STAND UP RIGHT NOW, AND NIGGA LET'S RIDE [Verse 1: Big Pimp] I don't know if I'm goin', or leavin', or comin' But I know Universal got us starvin' and hungry I'm sick to my stomach, I vomit every time I see a video on TV that ain't mine You know I ain't lying, half of 'em can't rhyme Black Entertainment... why ya'll won't play mine? We gave two videos to be -E-T For both, we paid 200 G's a piece Ya'll must don't like us, all ya'll must hate us We don't get no love and support from our label Two whole years, and ya'll just dropped the album With no fuckin' commercials or promotions to tell them That we was comin', so people could go runnin' To the nearest music store, so we could have us some money So I could feed all my kids, pay all my bills Rent thirty days late, so where the FUCK we gon' live? Nelly and Baby selling records way to Timbuktu If ya'll put all the money behind them, what the FUCK we gon' use? But Nelly and Baby, we ain't hatin', we just lettin' it be known To show the whole world how Universal, doin' us wrong [Chorus] Either you gon' love uuus (Either you gon' love uuus) Or you gonna hate uuus---There's no in-between I sit and wonder where we went wrong You motherfuckers better love us or just leave us alone Either you with uuus (Either you with uuus) Or you against uuus---There's no in-between I sit and wonder where we went wrong, You motherfuckers better love us or just leave us alone [Verse 2: Mr. G-stacka] It's like either you gon' love us, or hate us, bitch niggas, just face us Two of the coldest thangs ever to touch pencil and paper How the fuck they gon' replace us, knock'em off it they think such Been in this game too long, I'll let loose chrome before I get touched 'Cause this shit done got me too hot, and I want to know who shot Tupac 'Cause them might be the same lames that try to make sure we don't reach top But I think not, 'cause I keep glocks... Ya'll niggas ain't feelin' me It's time for Pimp and G to get rid of all wack niggas in this industry It's history, what they should be, all kinda unsolved mysteries These hollow-T's in this 2-2-3, will end your life so damn tragically I'm talkin' to all the big men, with authority over our shit playin' These niggas that's over these video shows is hoes, and that's what G sayin' Rewind that back and replay it, if didn't quite get through your head I don't bite my tongue for none, so why in the fuck am I supposed to be scared Ya'll bitches done brought the south shame, bitin' up all the south game Then blowin' up off the south name, don't never want to give the south fame But ya'll better tell'em, that Gangsta straight rebellin' I'll go off, and put twenty holes in your cerebellum, you smell'em? They try to stop us, but these niggas fellin' And every time you see me this is what the fuck I'm yellin' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mr. G-stacka] Now off the top I'm tellin' these lame ole, plain ole, sadiddy, and bourgie want to-be white niggas, 'round here judging gangsta music See this here is not for you trick, get on up outta office Let the hood niggas judge me, 'cause the hood is the ones who bought this In Vibe they tried to talk shit, them sissy there can suck dick 'Cause Pimp and G the rawest, everythang we spit is flawless Why the hell they want to start us, spittin' false information They staff get infiltrated, and bullets gon' penetrate 'em [Big Pimp] And that's how every rapper, comin' from down south feelin' We can't speak our minds 'cause east coast run hip-hop television And it's so puzzling, to the fact and I really don't get it They still won't play our video even though we put Tigger in it 'Cause we don't dance around on all our videos like P. Diddy Is ya'll tellin' me that all my videos ain't "jiggy"? Oh, you hear me? And it's a shame, and it's a goddamn pity How [BET] showin' more love to rappers from New York City [Chorus]