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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] when I was the brokest,
but notice, I got a lil mail now,
cuz everbody bump L-U-N-I-Z like [bad word] now,
you juss a busta brown an blood you know,
Chris spreadin [bad word] around the Town like Club New Vogue,
really though.
 [bad word] *(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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  no cash,
bustaz tryin to quote.... that's why the Town got rid 'o $hort,
I think you busta browns need to wise up,
before we ride up,
stop,
sew up yo block, an sew them lies up,
once don't trip,
twice no grip,
three timmesss, will get you bucked wit the nine,
I thought the hatin would stop, but [bad word] 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, an the L-U-N-I-Z.
 [bad word] * x4

Break it down, oh yeah,
fo the Luniz an, they homies.
I am here to let you know!!
Gotta think for you.... so leave the Luniz alone.

Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*

Let me tell yo [bad word] a story, yes,
they juss be hatin to the fullest but you can miss me wit that B.S. that 
you stress,
when you test the young Hugh Heff,
the tech a spit up,
chest get lit up,
foo that's a rigg up,

Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*

Now I think the whole world knows me,
not what they should know,
it's like rap an sellin crack is all I'm good for,
hangin in the hood for so long,
I see why they talk, [bad word] 
snitch a bustaz home.

(Can we talkkkk.... fo a minute??)

Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*

You're wrong I won't be offended,
I be there hand in hand wit the pencil,
can it all be so simple,
like Wu-Tang, spit [bad word] game, to get pootang,
from a nimfo.

Verse 6 *(Knumskull)*

Now I keep sayin,
don't get mad cuz you can't bump me,
but I'm still gonna spit it,
cuz you still don't get it,
if it ain't noted, don't quote it,
hataz when [bad word] to common sense you ain't showed it,
I don't understand!
 [bad word] *