The Nigga Ya Love To Hate

I heard payback's a mothafuckin' nigga
 That's why I'm sick of being treated like a goddamn stepchild
 Fuck a punk 'cause I ain't him
 You gotta deal with the nine double M
 The day is coming that you'll all hate
 Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
 They try to keep me from running up
 I never tell you to get down, it's all about coming up
 So what they do, go and ban the AK?
 My shit wasn't registered any fucking way
 So you better duck away, run and hide out
 When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out
 'Cause I'm about to fuck up the program
 Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
 When I'm shooting, let's see who drop
 The police, the media, and suckers that went pop?
 And motherfuckers that say they too black
 Put 'em overseas, they be begging to come back
 And say we promote gangs and drugs
 You wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
 Kicking shit called street knowledge
 Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
 Because of that line, I might be your cellmate
 That's from the nigga ya love to hate
 (Fuck you, Ice Cube)
 Yeah, haha! It's the nigga you love to hate
 (Fuck you, Ice Cube!)
 (Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me)
 It's the nigga you love to hate
 Yo, you ain't doin' nothin' positive!
 Yo, you ain't doin' nothin' positive for the brothers
 What you gotta say for yourself?
 (You don't like how I'm living? Well, fuck you)
 Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho
 Ice Cube the bitch-killer, cap-peeler
 Yo, running through the line like Bo, there's no pot to piss in
 I put my fist in
 Now, who do ya love to hate?
 'Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball, 'cause I don't fake
 You're begging I fall offstage
 The crossover, might as well cut them balls off
 And get your ass ready for the Lenching
 The Mob is dropping common sense and
 We'll gank in the pen, we'll shank
 Any Tom, Dick and Hank, and get the ass spanked
 It ain't about how right or wrong you live, but how long you live
 I ain't with the bullshit
 I meet mo' bitches, mo' hoes
 Don't wanna sleep, so I keep popping No-Doz
 And tell the young people what they gotta know
 'Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
 And if you're locked up, I dedicate my stylin'
 From San Quentin to Rikers Island
 We got 'em afraid of the funky shit
 I like to clown so pump up the sound
 In your Jeep, make the old ladies say
 "Oh my god, brake, it's the nigga ya love to hate"
 (Fuck you, Ice Cube)
 Yeah, come on fool, it's the nigga you love to hate
 (Fuck you, Ice Cube)
 Yeah, what up, punk? It's the nigga you love to hate
 Yo, who the fuck you think you are callin' us bitches
 You ain't all that, all I hear is this bitch, I ain't nobody's bitch
 A bitch is a- (ooh)
 Soul Train done lost they soul
 Just call it train 'cause the bitches look like hoes
 I see a lotta others, damn
 It almost look like the Bandstand
 You ask me, did I like Arsenio?
 About as much as the Bicentennial
 I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools
 'Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube
 And what I say, what I portray and all that
 And ain't even seen the gat
 I don't wanna see no dancing
 I'm sick of that shit, listen to the hit
 'Cause yo, if I look and see another brother
 On the video trying to out-dance each other
 I'ma tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
 And don't give me that shit about role model
 It ain't wise to chastise and preach
 Just open the eyes of each
 'Cause laws are made to be broken up
 What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up
 And build mold and fold theyself into shape
 Of the nigga you love to hate
 
 I heard payback's a mothafuckin' nigga
 That's why I'm sick of being treated like a goddamn stepchild
 Fuck a punk 'cause I ain't him
 You gotta deal with the nine double M
 The day is coming that you'll all hate
 Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
 They try to keep me from running up
 I never tell you to get down, it's all about coming up
 So what they do, go and ban the AK?
 My shit wasn't registered any fucking way
 So you better duck away, run and hide out
 When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out
 'Cause I'm about to fuck up the program
 Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
 When I'm shooting, let's see who drop
 The police, the media, and suckers that went pop?
 And motherfuckers that say they too black
 Put 'em overseas, they be begging to come back
 And say we promote gangs and drugs
 You wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug
 Kicking shit called street knowledge
 Why more niggas in the pen than in college?
 Because of that line, I might be your cellmate
 That's from the nigga ya love to hate
 (Fuck you, Ice Cube)
 Yeah, haha! It's the nigga you love to hate
 (Fuck you, Ice Cube!)
 (Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me)
 It's the nigga you love to hate
 Yo, you ain't doin' nothin' positive!
 Yo, you ain't doin' nothin' positive for the brothers
 What you gotta say for yourself?
 (You don't like how I'm living? Well, fuck you)
 Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho
 Ice Cube the bitch-killer, cap-peeler
 Yo, running through the line like Bo, there's no pot to piss in
 I put my fist in
 Now, who do ya love to hate?
 'Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball, 'cause I don't fake
 You're begging I fall offstage
 The crossover, might as well cut them balls off
 And get your ass ready for the Lenching
 The Mob is dropping common sense and
 We'll gank in the pen, we'll shank
 Any Tom, Dick and Hank, and get the ass spanked
 It ain't about how right or wrong you live, but how long you live
 I ain't with the bullshit
 I meet mo' bitches, mo' hoes
 Don't wanna sleep, so I keep popping No-Doz
 And tell the young people what they gotta know
 'Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low
 And if you're locked up, I dedicate my stylin'
 From San Quentin to Rikers Island
 We got 'em afraid of the funky shit
 I like to clown so pump up the sound
 In your Jeep, make the old ladies say
 "Oh my god, brake, it's the nigga ya love to hate"
 (Fuck you, Ice Cube)
 Yeah, come on fool, it's the nigga you love to hate
 (Fuck you, Ice Cube)
 Yeah, what up, punk? It's the nigga you love to hate
 Yo, who the fuck you think you are callin' us bitches
 You ain't all that, all I hear is this bitch, I ain't nobody's bitch
 A bitch is a- (ooh)
 Soul Train done lost they soul
 Just call it train 'cause the bitches look like hoes
 I see a lotta others, damn
 It almost look like the Bandstand
 You ask me, did I like Arsenio?
 About as much as the Bicentennial
 I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools
 'Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube
 And what I say, what I portray and all that
 And ain't even seen the gat
 I don't wanna see no dancing
 I'm sick of that shit, listen to the hit
 'Cause yo, if I look and see another brother
 On the video trying to out-dance each other
 I'ma tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
 And don't give me that shit about role model
 It ain't wise to chastise and preach
 Just open the eyes of each
 'Cause laws are made to be broken up
 What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up
 And build mold and fold theyself into shape
 Of the nigga you love to hate