*(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