The Nigga Ya Love To Hate

I heard pay back's a motherfucking nigga

That's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild

Fuck a punk 'cause I ain't him

You gotta deal with the nine double limb

The damn scum that you 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

They say keep 'em on 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?

Now 'cause of that line I might be your cell mate

That's from the nigga ya love to hate

Fuck you, Ice Cube

Yeah, ha ha, 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 doing nothing pops

Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers

What you got to say for yourself?

You do like how I'm living? Well, fuck you

Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho

Ice Cube the bitch killa cap peeler

Yo, runnin' through the line like Bo

It'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 off

The crossover might as well cut them balls off

And get your ass ready for the lynching

The mob is droppin' common sense and

We'll gank in the pen will shank

Any Tom Dick and Hank or get the ass

Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live

But how long you live

I ain't with the bullshit, I meet cold bitches no hoes

Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping No Doz

And tell the young people what they gotta know

'Cause I hate when nigga's gotta live low

And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in

From San Quentin to Rykers Island

We got 'em afraid of the funky shit

I like to clown so pump up the sound

In the jeep make the old ladies say

Oh, my God wait it's the nigga ya love to hate

Fuck you Ice Cube

Yeah, c'mon fool

It's the nigga you love to hate

Fuck you Ice Cube

Yeah, run up punk

It's the nigga you love to hate

Yo, who the fuck you think you are calling girls bitches?

You ain't all that that's all I hear, bitch, bitch

I ain't nobody's bitch, a bitch is a

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 tryin' to out dance each other

I'm a 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 nigga's need to do is start loc-ing up

And build mold and fold thyself into shape

Of the nigga ya love to hate