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Why you wanna playa hate on me? Oh-hoo-hoo, baby Oh yeah, eh-hey Why you wanna playa hate on me? Nobody can help him, so welcome to the land of ski maskes We blastes, to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses The dust that’s bein' kicked up, and yuk is down to lick up Do a stick up, at an armor truck pick up Then get tucked, up out the scenery Wit greenery, stopped up, watch up, sew the block up wit creamery The cream, I sling, got fiends on my team Like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling Somethin' tremendous, they spend grip Endless trips to Macy's, they trade me, so playa hataz, hate me I keep the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in focus Fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest But notice, I got a little mail now 'Cuz everybody bump L U N I Z like hell now You just a busta brown an' blood you know Chris spreadin' faulty rumors around the town like club new vogue Really though Why you wanna playa hate on me? Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you playa hate on me?) Why you wanna playa hate on me? Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Ooh) I gots to, keep my business to myself 'Cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it’s loaded Hatin' get yo grill exploded, quick, severed The first thing I heard, I stole a credit card from Chris Webber I never knew that, but who's that, an' next I heard them ridin' around smokin' crack in the back of my homies Lex It be them broke ass, no cash Bustaz tryin' to quote that's why the town got rid 'o Short I think you busta browns need to wise up, before we ride up Stop, sew up yo block, an sew them lies up Once don't trip, twice no grip Three times, will get you bucked wit the nine I thought the hatin' would stop, but the rumors are passin' still Sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal You need to stop, hatin' on The C N O T E, D R U, and the L U N I Z Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna playa, playa hate on me?) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Ooh) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Hate on me, yeah) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Ooh) Break it down, oh yeah Fo' the Luniz an, they homies I am here to let you know Gotta think for you so [Incomprehensible] alone Let me tell yo ass a story, yes they just be hatin' to the fullest But you can miss me wit that B.S. that you stress When you test the young Hugh Heff, the tech a spit up Chest get lit up, foo that's a rigg up Now I think the whole world knows me, not what they should know It's like rap an sellin' crack is all I'm good for Hangin' in the hood for so long, I see why they talk Bitches, snitch a bustaz home (Can we talk fo' a minute?) You're wrong I won't be offended I be there hand in hand wit the pencil Can it all be so simple Like Wu-Tang, spit true game, to get pootang, from a nimfo Now I keep sayin', don't get mad because you can't bump But I'm still gonna spit it, 'cuz you still don't get it If it ain't noted, don't quote it Hataz when it comes to common sense you ain't showed it I don't understand Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Playz gonna play) (Why you wanna playa?) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Hate on me, yeah) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna playa hate on me?) Why you wanna playa hate on me? Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Hate on me) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna hate, hate on me)