Yes, it's that nigga u 2 hate, yes, u love 2 hate This the song, I dedicate to niggas who love to Look me in my face, I'm that nigga u 2 hate
Yes (Fire, fire, fire) It's that nigga u love 2 hate, nigga u love 2 it, nigga, u love 2 hate, nigga, I ain't fake
Before this rap shit I used to slang crack wit bastards automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress Fuck this rap shit, yay in plastic everyday practice away from task tactics, hop fences Leavin' 'em ass backwards before this
I to be the 'Ice Cream Man' since 1992, biatch you hear the muthafuckin' music? I got a head but ain't no in it, losin' it Slangin' narcotics, them men two away from usin' it, abusin' it
I then it was all bad it seemed like Soon as a moved then it was all bad of this music, my whole block double crossed me Got shot in the ass, bra but ain't no lost see
'Cuz now, I have yo ass off the G's and found off the beach Wit holes up in they body for to double cross me I could move seas and outta state smokin' weed Hand yo ass an 8 to to the face, ya still hate nigga
'Cuz I'm that nigga u love 2 Tell yo it's that nigga u love 2 hate Smoke-A-Lot, Regime, nigga, u love 2 Album to the face, nigga, u 2 hate
Yes, it's that u love 2 hate Young nigga wit money, u love 2 Muthafuckas at me funny, u love 2 hate Check it, Nigga
Is it because I went on tour wit Smalls? Or is it because yo bitch will to to the floor an lick my balls? Or is it because a sky ball, since juvenile hall? To these niggas straight talk shit About me in front of they broads,
Or is it because I'm ridin' around in Range 4 6, G-S 400 on dubb mo-mo's An both of my shit's got TV's in 'em, what you don't the fuck you grind fo?
Juss to pay to the 9-4, I'm ridin' 9-8 shit Is that the for all the hatred I flipped Townhouse, you still at house basement Mad, walkin' tellin' my friends I ain't shit
Back when you used to be nigga who I smoked My dank wit, rob a bank wit I trust you Probably take a fo you but now a nigga got no love fo you Nigga, best became enemies for centuries An jealousy juss means you envy me
Hate, it's that nigga u 2 hate Labeled to the face, u love 2 hate Drugged out, out, u love 2 hate Poppin' Xtacy an shit, u love 2 hate
I'm that nigga u 2 hate Tell yo potnas it's nigga u love 2 hate Playa hate all the time, u 2 hate What? Why you hate me,
Is it yo bitch love me? Or is I stay whipped in all the latest rugby's 'Thugged Out', bubbly 'Da Good, Da Bad, Da Ugly', nigga finally livin' autographs, lil' kids run up an hug me
I'm from where from, I was raised by Crack heads an junkies, flunky Too busy out there to get my money Hungry, I had to get it myself nobody fo me
An now, my niggas mad, claim that I ain't fo he But fuck y'all, nigga, what the fuck you fo me? But talk behind my back and try an smoke my weed Or is it because I used to wit Short an Master P
Hatin' niggas after me but now capture me Nigga, you can't even go gold, what the fuck you Five thousand units, nigga, my shit platinum across the globe Or is it because these fake ass hoes they got my baby?
Act shady an crazy, reverse the an now them bitches pay me The day a signed wit Prince J Got rid of them niggas, became my own sensai Smoke-A-Lot, I got to record also Phats, L.Q., Maxx, KeKe, my Gonzoe
Colloso, Cheddar to make the nitros Ridin' Harley's, die smokin' juss Bob Marley I died in the open at the Mobb party Wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo body, pick up
'Cuz it's nigga u love 2 hate Sincerely yours, muthafucka, u 2 hate Yours truly, done That nigga u 2 hate