U Love 2 hate Lyrics
| Song | U Love 2 hate |
| Artist | Yukmouth |
| Album | Thugged Out: The Albulation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dean, Ellis | |
| Yes! | |
| It's that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
| Yes! | |
| U love 2 hate! | |
| This the song i dedicate to niggas who love to hate! | |
| Look me in my face, i'm that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
| Yes! (fire! fire! fire!) | |
| It's that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
| Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
| Stop it. | |
| (ah, ah) | |
| Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
| Nigga, i ain't fake! | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Before this rap shit | |
| I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards | |
| Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress | |
| Fuck this rap shit | |
| Yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice | |
| Runnin away from task tactics | |
| Hop fences leavin 'em ass backwards | |
| Before this music | |
| I used to be the ice cream man since 1992 biatch! | |
| Don't you hear the mutha fuckin muzik? | |
| I got a head but ain't no screws in it, losin it | |
| Slangin narcotics, them men two steps away from usin it | |
| Abusin it | |
| I moved then it was all bad | |
| It seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad | |
| Because of this music, my whole block double crossed me | |
| Got shot in the ass, bra | |
| But ain't no love lost see | |
| Cuz now i have yo ass off the g's | |
| An niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin to | |
| Double cross me | |
| I could move across seas, and outta state | |
| Smokin weed | |
| Hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face | |
| Ya still hate nigga. | |
| Chorus *(yukmouth)* | |
| Cuz i'm that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Tell yo bitch it's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Smoke-a-lot, regime, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Album to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Yes, it's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Young nigga, wit money, u love 2 hate | |
| Mutha fuckas lookin at me funny, u love 2 hate | |
| Check it. | |
| What? | |
| Nigga.... uh. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Is it because i went on tour wit biggie smalls? | |
| Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls? | |
| Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenille hall? | |
| To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they | |
| Broads, listen! | |
| Or is it because i'm ridin around in range rove's? | |
| 4 point 6, g-s 400 on dubb mo-mo's | |
| An both of my shit's got t.v.'s in 'em, what you don't know | |
| What the fuck you grind fo? | |
| Juss to pay note to the nine-four | |
| I'm ridin 9-8 shit | |
| Is that the reason for all the hatred | |
| I flipped townhouse, you still at mom's house basement | |
| Mad, walkin around tellin my friends i ain't shit | |
| Back when, you used to be that nigga who i smoked my dank wit | |
| Rob a bank wit, because i trust you | |
| Probably take a slug fo you | |
| But now a nigga got no love fo you | |
| Nigga! | |
| Best friends became enemies for centuries | |
| An jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me. | |
| Chorus *(yukmouth)* | |
| Hate. | |
| It's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Labled to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Drugged out, smoothed out, u love 2 hate | |
| Poppin xtacy an shit, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Uh! | |
| I'm that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Tell yo potnas it's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Playa hate all the time, u love 2 hate | |
| What? | |
| Why you hate me nigga? | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Uh. | |
| Is it because yo bitch love me? | |
| Or is because i stay whipped in all the latest rugby's | |
| Thugged out, sippin bubbly | |
| "da good, da bad, da ugly", nigga finally livin lovely | |
| Signin autographs | |
| Lil kids run up an hug me | |
| I'm from where they from, i was raised by crackheads an junkies | |
| Highschool flunky | |
| Too busy out there tryin to get my money | |
| Hungry, i had to get it myself nobody dishin fo me | |
| An now my niggas mad, claim that i ain't dishin fo he | |
| But fuck ya'll nigga! | |
| What the fuck you done fo me? | |
| But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed | |
| Or is it because i used to funk wit $hort an master p | |
| Hatin niggas after me, but now won't capture me | |
| Nigga you can't even go gold | |
| What the fuck you sold? | |
| Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe | |
| Or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby | |
| Act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me | |
| The day a nigga signed wit prince j | |
| Got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai | |
| Smoke-a-lot, i got to record lable also | |
| Phats, l.q., maxx, keke, my nigga gonzoe | |
| Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy | |
| Ridin harley's, die smokin juss like bob marley | |
| I died in the wide open, at the mobb party | |
| Wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo hard body | |
| Pick up | |
| Cuz it's that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Sincerely yours mutha fucka | |
| U love 2 hate! | |
| Yours truly. | |
| Done deal. | |
| That nigga u love 2 hate |
| zuo qu : Dean, Ellis | |
| Yes! | |
| It' s that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
| Yes! | |
| U love 2 hate! | |
| This the song i dedicate to niggas who love to hate! | |
| Look me in my face, i' m that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
| Yes! fire! fire! fire! | |
| It' s that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
| Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
| Stop it. | |
| ah, ah | |
| Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
| Nigga, i ain' t fake! | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Before this rap shit | |
| I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards | |
| Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress | |
| Fuck this rap shit | |
| Yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice | |
| Runnin away from task tactics | |
| Hop fences leavin ' em ass backwards | |
| Before this music | |
| I used to be the ice cream man since 1992 biatch! | |
| Don' t you hear the mutha fuckin muzik? | |
| I got a head but ain' t no screws in it, losin it | |
| Slangin narcotics, them men two steps away from usin it | |
| Abusin it | |
| I moved then it was all bad | |
| It seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad | |
| Because of this music, my whole block double crossed me | |
| Got shot in the ass, bra | |
| But ain' t no love lost see | |
| Cuz now i have yo ass off the g' s | |
| An niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin to | |
| Double cross me | |
| I could move across seas, and outta state | |
| Smokin weed | |
| Hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face | |
| Ya still hate nigga. | |
| Chorus yukmouth | |
| Cuz i' m that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Tell yo bitch it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Smokealot, regime, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Album to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Yes, it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Young nigga, wit money, u love 2 hate | |
| Mutha fuckas lookin at me funny, u love 2 hate | |
| Check it. | |
| What? | |
| Nigga.... uh. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Is it because i went on tour wit biggie smalls? | |
| Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls? | |
| Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenille hall? | |
| To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they | |
| Broads, listen! | |
| Or is it because i' m ridin around in range rove' s? | |
| 4 point 6, gs 400 on dubb momo' s | |
| An both of my shit' s got t. v.' s in ' em, what you don' t know | |
| What the fuck you grind fo? | |
| Juss to pay note to the ninefour | |
| I' m ridin 98 shit | |
| Is that the reason for all the hatred | |
| I flipped townhouse, you still at mom' s house basement | |
| Mad, walkin around tellin my friends i ain' t shit | |
| Back when, you used to be that nigga who i smoked my dank wit | |
| Rob a bank wit, because i trust you | |
| Probably take a slug fo you | |
| But now a nigga got no love fo you | |
| Nigga! | |
| Best friends became enemies for centuries | |
| An jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me. | |
| Chorus yukmouth | |
| Hate. | |
| It' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Labled to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Drugged out, smoothed out, u love 2 hate | |
| Poppin xtacy an shit, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Uh! | |
| I' m that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Tell yo potnas it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Playa hate all the time, u love 2 hate | |
| What? | |
| Why you hate me nigga? | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Uh. | |
| Is it because yo bitch love me? | |
| Or is because i stay whipped in all the latest rugby' s | |
| Thugged out, sippin bubbly | |
| " da good, da bad, da ugly", nigga finally livin lovely | |
| Signin autographs | |
| Lil kids run up an hug me | |
| I' m from where they from, i was raised by crackheads an junkies | |
| Highschool flunky | |
| Too busy out there tryin to get my money | |
| Hungry, i had to get it myself nobody dishin fo me | |
| An now my niggas mad, claim that i ain' t dishin fo he | |
| But fuck ya' ll nigga! | |
| What the fuck you done fo me? | |
| But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed | |
| Or is it because i used to funk wit hort an master p | |
| Hatin niggas after me, but now won' t capture me | |
| Nigga you can' t even go gold | |
| What the fuck you sold? | |
| Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe | |
| Or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby | |
| Act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me | |
| The day a nigga signed wit prince j | |
| Got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai | |
| Smokealot, i got to record lable also | |
| Phats, l. q., maxx, keke, my nigga gonzoe | |
| Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy | |
| Ridin harley' s, die smokin juss like bob marley | |
| I died in the wide open, at the mobb party | |
| Wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo hard body | |
| Pick up | |
| Cuz it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Sincerely yours mutha fucka | |
| U love 2 hate! | |
| Yours truly. | |
| Done deal. | |
| That nigga u love 2 hate |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Ellis | |
| Yes! | |
| It' s that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
| Yes! | |
| U love 2 hate! | |
| This the song i dedicate to niggas who love to hate! | |
| Look me in my face, i' m that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
| Yes! fire! fire! fire! | |
| It' s that nigga u love 2 hate! | |
| Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
| Stop it. | |
| ah, ah | |
| Nigga u love 2 hate. | |
| Nigga, i ain' t fake! | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Before this rap shit | |
| I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards | |
| Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress | |
| Fuck this rap shit | |
| Yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice | |
| Runnin away from task tactics | |
| Hop fences leavin ' em ass backwards | |
| Before this music | |
| I used to be the ice cream man since 1992 biatch! | |
| Don' t you hear the mutha fuckin muzik? | |
| I got a head but ain' t no screws in it, losin it | |
| Slangin narcotics, them men two steps away from usin it | |
| Abusin it | |
| I moved then it was all bad | |
| It seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad | |
| Because of this music, my whole block double crossed me | |
| Got shot in the ass, bra | |
| But ain' t no love lost see | |
| Cuz now i have yo ass off the g' s | |
| An niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin to | |
| Double cross me | |
| I could move across seas, and outta state | |
| Smokin weed | |
| Hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face | |
| Ya still hate nigga. | |
| Chorus yukmouth | |
| Cuz i' m that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Tell yo bitch it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Smokealot, regime, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Album to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Yes, it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Young nigga, wit money, u love 2 hate | |
| Mutha fuckas lookin at me funny, u love 2 hate | |
| Check it. | |
| What? | |
| Nigga.... uh. | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Is it because i went on tour wit biggie smalls? | |
| Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls? | |
| Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenille hall? | |
| To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they | |
| Broads, listen! | |
| Or is it because i' m ridin around in range rove' s? | |
| 4 point 6, gs 400 on dubb momo' s | |
| An both of my shit' s got t. v.' s in ' em, what you don' t know | |
| What the fuck you grind fo? | |
| Juss to pay note to the ninefour | |
| I' m ridin 98 shit | |
| Is that the reason for all the hatred | |
| I flipped townhouse, you still at mom' s house basement | |
| Mad, walkin around tellin my friends i ain' t shit | |
| Back when, you used to be that nigga who i smoked my dank wit | |
| Rob a bank wit, because i trust you | |
| Probably take a slug fo you | |
| But now a nigga got no love fo you | |
| Nigga! | |
| Best friends became enemies for centuries | |
| An jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me. | |
| Chorus yukmouth | |
| Hate. | |
| It' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Labled to the face, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Drugged out, smoothed out, u love 2 hate | |
| Poppin xtacy an shit, nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Uh! | |
| I' m that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Tell yo potnas it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Playa hate all the time, u love 2 hate | |
| What? | |
| Why you hate me nigga? | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Uh. | |
| Is it because yo bitch love me? | |
| Or is because i stay whipped in all the latest rugby' s | |
| Thugged out, sippin bubbly | |
| " da good, da bad, da ugly", nigga finally livin lovely | |
| Signin autographs | |
| Lil kids run up an hug me | |
| I' m from where they from, i was raised by crackheads an junkies | |
| Highschool flunky | |
| Too busy out there tryin to get my money | |
| Hungry, i had to get it myself nobody dishin fo me | |
| An now my niggas mad, claim that i ain' t dishin fo he | |
| But fuck ya' ll nigga! | |
| What the fuck you done fo me? | |
| But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed | |
| Or is it because i used to funk wit hort an master p | |
| Hatin niggas after me, but now won' t capture me | |
| Nigga you can' t even go gold | |
| What the fuck you sold? | |
| Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe | |
| Or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby | |
| Act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me | |
| The day a nigga signed wit prince j | |
| Got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai | |
| Smokealot, i got to record lable also | |
| Phats, l. q., maxx, keke, my nigga gonzoe | |
| Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy | |
| Ridin harley' s, die smokin juss like bob marley | |
| I died in the wide open, at the mobb party | |
| Wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo hard body | |
| Pick up | |
| Cuz it' s that nigga u love 2 hate | |
| Sincerely yours mutha fucka | |
| U love 2 hate! | |
| Yours truly. | |
| Done deal. | |
| That nigga u love 2 hate |
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