Playa Hata (feat. Teddy)

Why you wanna playa hate on me? Oh baby Oh yeah Why you wanna playa hate on me? Nobody can help him, so welcome to the land of ski masses We blasts-es and bust a couple of caps up in them weak asses The dust that's bein' kicked up, and Yuk is down to lick up Do a stick up at an armored truck pick up Then get up, up out the scenery with greenery Stopped up, watch up, sew the block up with creamery The cream, I bling, got fiends on my team Like Hakeem the dream and hoes swing on my ding-a-ling Somethin' tremendous, they spend grip, endless trips to Macy's They drape me, so playa haters hate me I keep the safety off my four-fifth, hold it in focus Fools didn't used to trip all on my dick when I was the brokest But, notice I got a little mail now 'Cause everybody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now You just a busta brown and blood you know Chris spreadin' faulty rumors around the town like Club Nouveau 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? why you wanna playa hate on me? I gots to, keep my business to myself 'Cause haters talk mo' lip than get shot To spread rumors when they loaded Hatin' to 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, and next? I heard them ridin' around smokin' crack In the back of my homie's Lex It be them broke ass, no cash, busters tryin' to quote That's why the Town got rid of $hort I think you busta browns need to wise up Before we ride up, stop, sew up yo' block and sew them lies up Once, don't trip, twice, roll thick Three times, I'll get you bucked with 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 hate on me? (Why you 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? Break it down, oh yeah For the Luniz and their homies I am here to let you know Got a thing for you, so Luniz for love For love Let me tell yo' ass a story, yes They just be hatin' to the fullest But you can miss me with that B.S. that you stress When you test the young Hugh Hef' The tech spit up, chest get lit up, foo' that's a rig up Now I think the whole world knows me Not what they should know It's like rap and sellin' crack is what I'm good for Hangin' in the hood for so long I see why they talk, bitches snitch and bustas home (Can we talk, for a minute??) Yo' broad want me up in it I be there hand in hand in the defence Can it all be so simple Like Wu-Tang, they spit true game To get pootang from a nympho Now I keep sayin', don't get mad because you can't bump me But I'm still gonna spit it 'cause you still don't get it If it ain't noted, don't quote it Haters when it came to common sense, you ain't showed it I don't understand! Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Playas gonna play, why you wanna hate?) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Hate on me, yeah) Why you wanna playa hate on me? (Why you wanna play, 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?