Вершы: Yukmouth. U Love 2 Hate.
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, nigga, u love 2 hate, nigga, I ain't fake
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 muthafuckin' music?
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 and 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
'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
Muthafuckas lookin' at me funny, u love 2 hate
Check it, what? Nigga
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 juvenile 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 TV's in 'em, what you don't know
What the fuck you grind fo?
Juss to pay note to the 9-4, 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 muthafuckas envy me
Hate, it's that nigga u love 2 hate
Labeled 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
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?
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
Crack heads 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 y'all, 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 Short 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 label 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, muthafucka, u love 2 hate
Yours truly, done deal
That nigga 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, nigga, u love 2 hate, nigga, I ain't fake
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 muthafuckin' music?
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 and 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
'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
Muthafuckas lookin' at me funny, u love 2 hate
Check it, what? Nigga
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 juvenile 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 TV's in 'em, what you don't know
What the fuck you grind fo?
Juss to pay note to the 9-4, 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 muthafuckas envy me
Hate, it's that nigga u love 2 hate
Labeled 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
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?
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
Crack heads 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 y'all, 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 Short 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 label 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, muthafucka, u love 2 hate
Yours truly, done deal
That nigga u love 2 hate
Yukmouth