[Talking]
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Introducing, (whoa) the worlds...(it's the world's most hated nigga)
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...hated nigga, yes, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Y'all niggaz ride Bentley's (Bentley's), not Mercedes (not Mercedes)
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Bentley's (Bentley's), so why y'all niggaz hatin' on me?
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(quit hatin', nigga) Y'all got money (what? what? nigga)
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[Verse 1]
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Mama used to say: "Watch your friends", 'cause they be fake as fuck
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Niggaz smilin' in my face, I'm knowin' they hate my guts
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They hate the way I bust, hate the way I strut
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They wanna take my stuff, kill a nigga to make a buck
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They even hate the way I fuck, 'cause I fuck they ho's
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When I bust, fuck up their flow, Yuk untouchable
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Platinum make a nigga tuck his gold, Ice up his robe
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My lyrics touch your soul, make bitches rush the flow
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I give it to 'em raw, regaurdless of what squad
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I'ma hit 'em hard if they get envolved, break them niggaz off
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Let 'em know I'm rollin' with god, roll with the MOB
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If you fuck with one of us, the whole club about to squab
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Your bitch gettin' shot, even your mama gettin' robbed
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Fuck try'na hold haah, I sold rock, I sold haah
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From the thug spot, coke spot, post up, and tote glocks
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Got it if you snort haah, got it if you smoke rocks
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It don't stop late, niggaz get dropped from labels
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For fuckin' with a nigga that's hot and fatal
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I'm like the henny, rock the cradle to these little ass pre-schooler
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Nursery rhyme niggaz, still ridin' beach cruisers
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Dude, I see through you, 'cause you're plastic
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Bring the beef to you, put the heat to your vlastic
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Fuck the last album, this a classic
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Fags get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted
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by them niggaz tatted with dragons
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[Chorus]
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I'm try'na live one time shine (why can't a nigga ball like y'all
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With platinum plaques on my wall?)
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But y'all niggaz platinum, what's mine? (they don't wanna nigga to shine at all
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They wish a young nigga would fall)
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'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
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world's most hated nigga, nigga
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'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
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world's most hated nigga, nigga
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[Verse 2]
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You need to quit it, all I got is 6 digits, you got meal tickets
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Talk slick in your raps, and pillow talk to bitches
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Y'all niggaz ought to quit it, god's my witness
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Or face the consequences, like when Eryka Badu sparks an inscent
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You 'bout to get lalla-byed, rock-a-byed
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Popped the guy, shot the guy, then went in the pockets of his Karl Kani's
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Robbed the guy, got the guy, don't forget to dot your eyes
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Cross me, you got to die, I'ma ride
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MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE PAC ALIVE!
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The Thug lord, prophesize, bring the west back
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Shit on them niggaz with no ex-lax
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Make them bitches eat, check that
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Then put my tape in, make them niggaz respect that
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And stop P.H.in', and congratulatin' the nigga they facin'
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Who went from section 8, to makin' money, listen to revelations
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And Jags and Navigations, Playstation, stay breakin'
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Platinum deuce, conversations to rule a thug nation
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[Chorus]
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I'm try'na live one time shine (why can't a nigga ball like y'all
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With platinum plaques on my wall?)
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But y'all niggaz platinum, what's mine? (they don't wanna nigga to shine at all
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They wish a young nigga would fall)
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'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
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world's most hated nigga, nigga
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'Cause I'm the world's most hated, world's most hated
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world's most hated nigga, nigga
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[Verse 3]
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Come with me, go toe to toe with me
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Still the king of the O. would be that nigga smokin' weed
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Y'all wanna be soulja's sweet like potpouri
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I crust your fuckin' text like a buldozer go hungry like vultures be
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Fake niggaz wish they never spoke on me
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Or said shit about that thug nigga, leavin' they head split, detted
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I'll make you muthafuckaz regret it, get wetted with the gun
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For try'na gas me like unleaded, I ain't the fuckin' one, one, one
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So take that gum out your ass hole
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First round, T.K.O. his ass like "Glass Joe"
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I lash you, harass you, thrash you
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Smash you, blast you, I put holes in your shirt like cash do
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I probably have to stop to find his ass too
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Hit the avenue, |