*(Teddy)*
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Why you wanna.... playa hate on me??
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oh-hoo-hooooo baby,
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oh yeahhhhh,
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eh-heyyyy,
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why you wanna playa hate on me??
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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
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Nobody can help him,
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so welcome to the land of ski maskes,
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we blastes,
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to bust a couple of caps up in they weak asses,
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the dust that's bein kicked up,
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an Yuk is down to lick up,
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do a stick up,
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at an Armor truck pick up,
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then get tucked,
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up out the scenery,
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wit greenery,
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stopped up, watch up,
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sew the block up wit creamery,
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the cream, I sling, got fiends on my team,
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like a fiend I dream, an hoes swing on my ding-a-ling,
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sumpthin tremendous,
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they spend grip,
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endless trips to Macy's, they trade me,
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so playa hataz.... hate me,
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I keep the safety off my four-fifth,
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hold it in focus,
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fools didn't used to trip on my dick when I was the brokest,
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but notice, I got a lil mail now,
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cuz everbody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now,
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you juss a busta brown an blood you know,
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Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the Town like Club New Vogue,
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really though.
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Chorus *(Teddy)*
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Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
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(Why you playa hate??!!) x1
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Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2
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(Ooohhh!!) x1
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Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*
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I gots to,
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keep my business to myself,
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cuz hataz talk mo than get shot to spread rumors when it's loaded,
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hatin get yo grill exploded,
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quick,
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severed,
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the first thing I heard,
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I stole a credit card from Chris Webber,
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I never knew that,
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but's who's that, an next,
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I heard them ridin around smokin crack in the back of my homies Lex,
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it be them broke ass, no cash,
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bustaz tryin to quote.... that's why the Town got rid 'o $hort,
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I think you busta browns need to wise up,
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before we ride up,
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stop,
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sew up yo block, an sew them lies up,
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once don't trip,
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twice no grip,
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three timmesss, will get you bucked wit the nine,
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I thought the hatin would stop, but the rumors are passin still,
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sounds like that busta that plugged mo holes than mass appeal,
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you need to stop!!
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hatin on,
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the C-N-O-T-E, D-R-U, an the L-U-N-I-Z.
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*(chorus)* x4
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Break it down, oh yeah,
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fo the Luniz an, they homies.
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I am here to let you know!!
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Gotta think for you.... so leave the Luniz alone.
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Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
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Let me tell yo ass a story, yes,
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they juss be hatin to the fullest but you can miss me wit that B.S. that
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you stress,
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when you test the young Hugh Heff,
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the tech a spit up,
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chest get lit up,
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foo that's a rigg up,
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Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*
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Now I think the whole world knows me,
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not what they should know,
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it's like rap an sellin crack is all I'm good for,
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hangin in the hood for so long,
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I see why they talk,
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bitches,
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snitch a bustaz home.
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(Can we talkkkk.... fo a minute??)
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Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*
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You're wrong I won't be offended,
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I be there hand in hand wit the pencil,
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can it all be so simple,
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like Wu-Tang, spit true game, to get pootang,
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from a nimfo.
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Verse 6 *(Knumskull)*
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Now I keep sayin,
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don't get mad cuz you can't bump me,
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but I'm still gonna spit it,
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cuz you still don't get it,
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if it ain't noted, don't quote it,
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hataz when it comes to common sense you ain't showed it,
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I don't understand!
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*(chorus)*
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Playa Hata
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| The Luniz |
