The N***a Ya Love To Hate

I heard payback's a mothafuckin nigga That's why, I'm sick of being treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine double M The day is coming that you'll all hate Just think if niggas decide to retaliate They try to keep me from running up I never tell you to get down, It's all about coming up So what they do, go and ban the AK? My shit wasn't registered any fucking way So you better duck away, run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out 'Cause I'm about to fuck up the program Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham When I'm shooting, let's see who drop The police, the media, and suckers that went pop? And motherfuckers that say they too black Put 'em overseas, they be begging to come back And say we promote gangs and drugs You wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Because of that line, I might be your cellmate That's from the nigga ya love to hate (Fuck you Ice Cube) Yeah, haha! It's the nigga you love to hate (Fuck you Ice Cube!) (Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me) It's the nigga you love to hate (Yo, you ain't doin' nothin' positive! Yo, you ain't doin' nothin 'positive for the brothers, What you gotta say for yourself?) (You don't like how I'm living? Well, fuck you) Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho Ice Cube the bitch-killer, cap-peeler Yo, running through the line like Bo, there's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now, who do ya love to hate? Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball 'cause I don't fake You're begging I fall offstage The crossover, might as well cut them balls off And get your ass ready for the Lenching The Mob is dropping common sense and We'll gank in the pen, we'll shank Any Tom, Dick and Hank, and get the ass spanked It ain't about how right or wrong you live, but how long you live I ain't with the bullshit I meet mo' bitches, mo' hoes Don't wanna sleep, so I keep popping No-Doz And tell the young people what they gotta know 'Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low And if you're locked up I dedicate my stylin' From San Quentin to Rikers Island We got 'em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In your Jeep, make the old ladies say "Oh my god — brake, it's the nigga ya love to hate" (Fuck you Ice Cube) Yeah come on fool, it's the nigga you love to hate (Fuck you Ice Cube) Yeah, what up, punk? It's the nigga you love to hate [Yo, who the fuck you think you are callin' us bitches. You ain't all that, all I hear is this bitch. I ain't nobody's bitch] A bitch is a... ooooh Soul Train done lost they soul Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost look like the Bandstand You ask me: "did I like Arsenio?" About as much as the Bicentennial I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools 'Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube And what I say, what I portray and all that And ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancing I'm sick of that shit -- listen to the hit 'Cause yo if I look and see another brother On the video trying to out-dance each other I'ma tell T-Bone to pass the bottle And don't give me that shit about role model It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each 'Cause laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up And build mold and fold theyself into shape Of the nigga you love to hate