Why you wanna playa hate on me?   Oh-hoo-hoo, baby   Oh yeah, eh-hey   Why you wanna playa hate on me?      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, and 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      Somethin' 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 little mail now   'Cuz everybody bump L U N I Z like hell now   You just a busta brown an' blood you know   Chris spreadin' faulty rumors around the town like club new vogue   Really though      Why you wanna playa hate on me?   Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Why you playa hate on me?)      Why you wanna playa hate on me?   Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Ooh)      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 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 town got rid 'o Short      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 times, will get you bucked wit the nine      I thought the hatin' would stop, but the rumors 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, and the L U N I Z      Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Why you wanna playa, playa hate on me?)   Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Ooh)      Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Hate on me, yeah)   Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Ooh)      Break it down, oh yeah   Fo' the Luniz an, they homies   I am here to let you know   Gotta think for you so [Incomprehensible] alone      Let me tell yo ass a story, yes they just 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      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   Bitches, snitch a bustaz home   (Can we talk fo' a minute?)      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 true game, to get pootang, from a nimfo      Now I keep sayin', don't get mad because you can't bump   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 it comes to common sense you ain't showed it   I don't understand      Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Playz gonna play)   (Why you wanna playa?)   Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Hate on me, yeah)      Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Why you wanna playa hate on me?)   Why you wanna playa hate on me?      Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Hate on me)   Why you wanna playa hate on me?   (Why you wanna hate, hate on me)