Record Haters

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Yo check it out
 Today we're here with basketball star rasheed wallace
 (Yo what up kid?)
 From the, what, what, what team is that you play for again?
 (The Bullets man)
 Yea, yea, right, right
 So tell me rasheed you know what I'm sayin
 This hip-hop thang an everythang goin' on
 Tell me, I mean, what, what's yo flavor?
 Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man
 The real shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
 Redman, wu-tang you know what I'm sayin'?
 I don't fool wit the goodie mob's
 And I especially don't fool with them E-40's
 Nigga what the fuck they good fo'? nigga let's shoot fins
 You got all the bread nigga, put up yo benz
 Nah-nah, can't do that
 Why not? Ol skool trophy
 Somethin' that I done worked too hard fo
 Nigga quote me
 Yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins
 Get ready to pay the price? pee-wee no catchin
 Who got change fo this brand new hundred?
 Staight outta welfare
 When I break you niggas I'm a have enough money
 To buy a bare fare
 Spend about a half a hundred thousand
 Boost up my coins
 Preceed to spit mo supafly
 Than donald goins
 This game is so damn hemrigin
 That I be deliverin'
 These niggas don't understand my shit
 But they surrenderin'
 Simmering, remembering things that, done jumped off
 Lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough
 Messy hoes, got my name between they teeth
 Juss because, I'm from the west not the east
 Graduated from the dope game
 Fat ass wallets
 What's that niggas name?
 Rasheed wallace
 You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne
 I'm twomp bait nigga, ain't no need for you to record hate
 Mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you
 Nigga
 The click will biatch
 Record hatin' bitches
 Suave game and snitches
 (Learn about it bitch)
 We should cease you from existance
 (That's right)
 Niggas like that shouldn't be living
 (Mutha fucka)
 Ya record hatin' bitches
 (Trademark)
 There's no way you could get with this
 (Stick to basketball nigga)
 We should cease you from existence
 Niggas like that shouldn't be living
 (Biatch)
 Got another muthafucka on my shit list
 I'm a cut off his dick list
 I mean my hit list
 My rest in piss list
 Dude that be hangin' around nas
 You know, gay baby
 Nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called
 After watching new york undercover while I was, taking a shit
 Kool keith was on the front cover that's when I
 That's when I spotted him
 That nigga AZ tried to say that
 I don't deserve a platinum plaque
 Nigga I was selling tapes out the trunk of my car
 When you was runnin' 'round drinking simalac
 All up in yo fake ass videos (ok)
 Champagne an coffin full of skrill
 Nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills
 I'm payin' full nigga and I'll have yo head where ever you at
 I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya
 That bring the yellow tape nigga, jungle full of asphalt
 Don't make no sense to talk that talk
 If a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk
 Zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up
 Biatch
 Biatch
 I gives a fuck, biatch
 It's major pain
 Nigga don't know a damn thang about me
 You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin' bout no E-40 hoe
 Monkey mouthed biatch
 Biatch
 Record hatin bitches
 Suave game and snitches
 (Learn about it bitch)
 We should cease you from existence
 (That's right)
 Niggas like that shouldn't be living
 (Shouldn't be livin)
 Ya record hatin bitches
 (Record hatin bitches)
 There's no way you could get wit this
 (Uh)
 We should cease you from existence
 (V-town bitch)
 Niggas like that shouldn't be living
 (E'ry time)
 When I first started off niggas had me fucked
 Muthafuckas was blind
 In '89 that ol mr. flamboyant shit was way ahead of his time
 Had everyone an they great grandmas off that carlos rossi wine
 Was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine
 It was me an my potna from suave house records
 Tony draper, E-40, an the click
 8-Ball, an MJG gettin' that independent paper
 All about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine
 Beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time
 40 get yo marbles man, get yo change
 Take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes
 That's what I was taught to do
 By my big homie thou
 You can always be a nigga
 But a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo'
 Over night sensation, never me
 All you record haters got Ph.IV
 My niggas 3X krazy laced me
 Taught me how to say fa sheezy
 Told me that them AZ muthafuckas don't believe phat means greasy
 We can shoot it out, or we can fight
 You an rasheeda wanna squash the funk?
 Shoot me some peace bitch
 Record hatin bitches
 (Record hatin bitches)
 Suave game and snitches
 (Suave game and snitches)
 We should cease you from existence
 (That's rich)
 Niggas like that shouldn't be living
 (Suck-els)
 Ya record hatin bitches
 (Lil ol, biatch)
 There's no way you could get with this
 (That's right)
 We should cease you from existence
 (Learn about it)
 Niggas like that shouldn't be living
 (That's right)
 

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Duration
04:38
Key
1
Tempo
89 BPM

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