Yes!
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It's that nigga U Love 2 Hate!
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Yes!
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U Love 2 Hate!
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This the song I dedicate to niggas who love to hate!
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Look me in my face, I'm that nigga U Love 2 Hate!
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Yes! (Fire! Fire! Fire!)
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It's that nigga U Love 2 Hate!
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Nigga U Love 2 Hate.
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Stop it.
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(Ah, ah)
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Nigga U Love 2 Hate.
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Nigga, I ain't fake!
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Verse 1
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Before this rap shit
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I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards
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pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress
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fuck this rap shit
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yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice
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runnin away from task tactics
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hop fences leavin 'em ass backwards
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before this music
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I used to be the Ice Cream Man since 1992 biatch!
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Don't you hear the mutha fuckin muzik?
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I got a head but ain't no screws in it, losin it
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slangin narcotics, them men two steps away from usin it
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abusin it
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I moved then it was all bad
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it seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad
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because of this music, my whole block double crossed me
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got shot in the ass, bra
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but ain't no love lost see
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cuz now I have yo ass off the g's
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an niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin to
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double cross me
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I could move across seas, and outta state
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smokin weed
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hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face
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ya still hate nigga.
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Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
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Cuz I'm that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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tell yo bitch it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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Smoke-A-Lot, Regime, nigga U Love 2 Hate
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album to the face, nigga U Love 2 Hate
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Yes, it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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young nigga, wit money, U Love 2 Hate
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mutha fuckas lookin at me funny, U Love 2 Hate
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check it.
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What?
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Nigga.... uh.
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Verse 2
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Is it because I went on tour wit Biggie Smalls?
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Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls?
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Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenille hall?
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To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they
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broads, listen!
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Or is it because I'm ridin around in Range Rove's?
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4 point 6, G-S 400 on dubb mo-mo's
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an both of my shit's got T.V.'s in 'em, what you don't know
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what the fuck you grind fo?
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Juss to pay note to the nine-four
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I'm ridin 9-8 shit
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is that the reason for all the hatred
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I flipped Townhouse, you still at mom's house basement
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mad, walkin around tellin my friends I ain't shit
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back when, you used to be that nigga who I smoked my dank wit
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rob a bank wit, because I trust you
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probably take a slug fo you
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but now a nigga got no love fo you
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Nigga!
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Best friends became enemies for centuries
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an jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me.
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Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
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Hate.
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it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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labled to the face, nigga U Love 2 Hate
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drugged out, smoothed out, U Love 2 Hate
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poppin Xtacy an shit, nigga U Love 2 Hate
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Uh!
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I'm that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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tell yo potnas it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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playa hate all the time, U Love 2 Hate
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What?
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Why you hate me nigga?
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Verse 3
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Uh.
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Is it because yo bitch love me?
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Or is because I stay whipped in all the latest rugby's
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Thugged Out, sippin bubbly
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"Da Good, Da Bad, Da Ugly", nigga finally livin lovely
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signin autographs
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lil kids run up an hug me
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I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
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highschool flunky
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too busy out there tryin to get my money
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hungry, I had to get it myself nobody dishin fo me
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an now my niggas mad, claim that I ain't dishin fo he
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But fuck ya'll nigga!
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What the fuck you done fo me?
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But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed
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or is it because I used to funk wit $hort an Master P
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hatin niggas after me, but now won't capture me
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nigga you can't even go gold
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What the fuck you sold?
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Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe
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or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby
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act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me
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the day a nigga signed wit Prince J
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got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai
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Smoke-A-Lot, I got to record lable also
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Phats, L.Q., Maxx, KeKe, my nigga Gonzoe
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colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy
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ridin Harley's, die smokin juss like Bob Marley
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I died in the wide open, at the Mo |