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*(Teddy)*

Why you wanna.... playa hate on me??
oh-hoo-hooooo baby,
oh yeahhhhh,
eh-heyyyy,
why you wanna playa hate on me??

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

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,
an 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,
sumpthin 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 lil mail now,
cuz everbody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now,
you juss a busta brown an blood you know,
Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the Town like Club New Vogue,
really though.

Chorus *(Teddy)*

Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
(Why you playa hate??!!) x1

Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
(Ooohhh!!) x1


Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*

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's 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