1. Rapper from Chicago… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist with this name:
1. Rapper from Chicago. He's also in THE SOOPER SWAG PROJECT, Thrash Kitten, Stocking Stuffers, Nunpuncher, THE MUTHA FUCKIN SWAG BOYZ
JD'S "STACHE'D GUNMAN" COMING SOMEDAY
2. Electronic musician from Vaasa, Finland.
3. Electronic musician from Rochester, NY with 38 albums.
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Don't Hate On Me featuring Da Brat and Krayzie Bone
JD Lyrics
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(Da Brat talking)
(Chorus)
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x
Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at
Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this
To the ??? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker
What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
What they say? "Oh nothin'"
Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey)
That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change
Still the same name, love the face
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by the niner, when you careful
The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock
Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff
Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel
What's pumpin' the shotgun?
Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect
That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me
Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat
Just like that
(Da Brat)
I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin'
Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take
Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate
Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated
My lyrical content send other bitches to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
Been the bomb since '74 Aries
I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
He want to get in between the sheets
Leave the wallet and the keys for me
I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me
Nigga, we can fuck free frequently
You study me, but another me could never be sold
Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4
When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off
Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off
When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high
Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
(Chorus)
See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed
I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck
Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up
Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?
Niggas can't fuck with us
Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy"
Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self
How you shit on shelf and how you sit around
Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def
I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien
Never been known to play with
Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit
With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks
What y'all need to do is shut up
And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook
(Chorus til end)
The lyrics of JD’s song, “Don’t Hate On Me” are about not allowing haters and jealous people to bring you down. The chorus repeats the lines, “Don’t you hate on me, why don’t you go and get you some?” The first verse, performed by Krayzie Bone, talks about being a real thug and not tolerating fake people. He boasts about being a big baller and how the haters “are not ready for this.” His lyrics are tough and assertive, telling his haters that they can't mess with him.
The second verse is performed by Da Brat, and she talks about her greatness and how she is not easily persuaded by anyone. Her lyrics are aggressive and uncompromising, talking about how she will do what it takes to make it to the top. She talks about how she broke the most 6-0-6-4 and how she has seen many people fall off with their jaws off. She ends her verse by talking about how she is ready for anything that comes her way.
Overall, the song is a bold and powerful message about standing up for oneself in the face of jealousy and hate. It emphasizes the need to be confident and powerful, not allowing anyone to bring you down.
Line by Line Meaning
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Stop hating on me and focus on getting what you want
Motherfucker, go get you some
Hey you, go get what you want
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at
Stop bothering me and go find the real people
Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this
Smoke weed and enjoy this song
To the ??? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker
Who is the toughest person here?
What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
What are you ballers trying to do?
Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
People want to fight so they start talking trash
Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
Let me give them what they asked for and confront them
What they say? "Oh nothin'"
They didn't really say anything important
Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey)
Hit them in their face regardless
That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change
This is how we play and nothing has changed
Still the same name, love the face
I'm still the same person and I love myself
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
I'm a real person and that's all you need to know
You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted
If you mess with me, you'll face the consequences
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Don't mess with the real thing
Protected by the niner, when you careful
I'm protected by my gun, which I use carefully
The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock
My finger is ready to pull the trigger and you better run away
Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff
Make someone quit what they're doing
Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel
I'm a showstopper and I'm killing it with my music
What's pumpin' the shotgun?
What kind of bullets are in the shotgun?
Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect
We need respect, and that's all
That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me
We just want respect, but you don't understand
Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
I might be crazy for hanging out with JD
Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat
I loaded the gun and fired it (sound effect)
I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin'
I won't be the person who procrastinates
Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
People are trying to cheat me
Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take
I'll do whatever it takes
Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate
I make people hate me more the better I get
Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
Some people are overrated with their rapping skills
The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated
The saliva test will send them to rehab and they'll have to start again
My lyrical content send other bitches to convents
My lyrics are so powerful they make other rappers want to quit
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
People pray for me to stop rapping, but that's not happening
Been the bomb since '74 Aries
I've been amazing since I was born in 1974 as an Aries
I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
I can see how your man is looking at me
He want to get in between the sheets
He wants to have sex with me
Leave the wallet and the keys for me
Leave your money and car keys with me
I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me
I'm not easily convinced, but if he spends money on me...
Nigga, we can fuck free frequently
We can have sex for free often
You study me, but another me could never be sold
You can try to copy me, but you'll never be me
Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4
I broke a lot of records
When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off
When people will shoot you with a sawed-off shotgun
Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off
I've seen many people fail miserably
When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high
When I'm done succeeding, I'll feel great
Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase
Thinking of ways to succeed in the music industry
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
Driving around with a gun ready for emergencies
See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed
I always feel like people are trying to hurt me
I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck
I'm leaving soon and all the women want to have sex with me
Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up
Making fun of other rappers who have money stacked up
Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?
Everything I do is successful
Niggas can't fuck with us
No one can compete with us
Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
Like Busta Rhymes, we're dangerous
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
You know that if I start shooting, I have more bullets
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
You guys are scared, which is why you're giving me a mean look
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
When I drive by, you guys are standing in the corner
Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self
Don't worry about me, focus on yourself
How you shit on shelf and how you sit around
How you have a bad reputation and how you do nothing
Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def
Wanting to be signed to my record label
I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien
I'm an alien from Atlanta
Never been known to play with
I'm not someone to be messed with
Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit
No one can beat me, so they shouldn't say anything
With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks
With all your hate and bad looks...
What y'all need to do is shut up
What you guys need to do is be quiet
And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook
Listen to what my friend is saying in the chorus
Contributed by Peyton G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.