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*(Teddy)* |
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Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? |
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oh-hoo-hooooo baby, |
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oh yeahhhhh, |
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eh-heyyyy, |
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why you wanna playa hate on me?? |
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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* |
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Nobody can help him, |
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so welcome to the land of ski maskes, |
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we blastes, |
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to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses, |
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the dust that's bein kicked up, |
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an Yuk is down to lick up, |
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do a stick up, |
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at an Armor truck pick up, |
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then get tucked, |
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up out the scenery, |
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wit greenery, |
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stopped up, watch up, |
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sew the block up wit creamery, |
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the cream, I sling, got fiends on my team, |
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like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling, |
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sumpthin tremendous, |
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they spend grip, |
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endless trips to Macy's, they trade me, |
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so playa hataz.... hate me, |
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I keep the safety off my four-fifth, |
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hold it in focus, |
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fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest, |
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but notice, I got a lil mail now, |
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cuz everbody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now, |
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you juss a busta brown an blood you know, |
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Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the Town like Club New Vogue, |
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really though. |
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Chorus *(Teddy)* |
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Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2 |
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(Why you playa hate??!!) x1 |
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Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2 |
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(Ooohhh!!) x1 |
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Verse 2 *(Knumskull)* |
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I gots to, |
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keep my business to myself, |
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cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it's loaded, |
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hatin get yo grill exploded, |
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quick, |
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severed, |
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the first thing I heard, |
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I stole a credit card from Chris Webber, |
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I never knew that, |
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but's who's that, an next, |
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I heard them ridin around smokin crack in the back of my homies Lex, |
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it be them broke ass, no cash, |
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bustaz tryin to quote.... that's why the Town got rid 'o $hort, |
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I think you busta browns need to wise up, |
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before we ride up, |
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stop, |
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sew up yo block, an sew them lies up, |
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once don't trip, |
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twice no grip, |
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three timmesss, will get you bucked wit the nine, |
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I thought the hatin would stop, but the rumors are passin still, |
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sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal, |
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you need to stop!! |
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hatin on, |
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the C-N-O-T-E, D-R-U, an the L-U-N-I-Z. |
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*(chorus)* x4 |
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Break it down, oh yeah, |
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fo the Luniz an, they homies. |
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I am here to let you know!! |
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Gotta think for you.... so leave the Luniz alone. |
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Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* |
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Let me tell yo ass a story, yes, |
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they juss be hatin to the fullest but you can miss me wit that B.S. that |
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you stress, |
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when you test the young Hugh Heff, |
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the tech a spit up, |
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chest get lit up, |
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foo that's a rigg up, |
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Verse 4 *(Knumskull)* |
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Now I think the whole world knows me, |
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not what they should know, |
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it's like rap an sellin crack is all I'm good for, |
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hangin in the hood for so long, |
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I see why they talk, |
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bitches, |
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snitch a bustaz home. |
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(Can we talkkkk.... fo a minute??) |
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Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)* |
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You're wrong I won't be offended, |
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I be there hand in hand wit the pencil, |
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can it all be so simple, |
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like Wu-Tang, spit true game, to get pootang, |
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from a nimfo. |
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Verse 6 *(Knumskull)* |
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Now I keep sayin, |
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don't get mad cuz you can't bump me, |
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but I'm still gonna spit it, |
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cuz you still don't get it, |
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if it ain't noted, don't quote it, |
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hataz when it comes to common sense you ain't showed it, |
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I don't understand! |
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*(chorus)* |
