Record Haters

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Today we're here wit basketball star

Rasheed Wallace

Yo what up kid?

From the what, what, what team is that you play for again?

The Bullets man, 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, 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

TangYou know what

I'm sayin',

I don't fool wit the

Goodie Mob's

And I especially don't fool wit them

E-40'sNigga what the fuck they good fo?

Nigga let's shoot fins

You got all the bread nigga, put up yo

BenzNah nah, can't do that, why not?

Ol' skool trophy

Somethin'

I done worked too hard fo nigga quote me

Yo swole bank rolls done turned to li'l ol anarxins

Get ready to pay the price[Incomprehensible] pee wee no catchin'

Who got change fo this brand new hundred?

Straight 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 surrendurin'

Simmerin', rememberin' things that done jumped off

Lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough

Messy hoes got my name between they teeth

Just because

I'm from the west not the east

Graduated from the dope game, phat ass wallets

What's that nigga 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 livin', mutha fucka

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Hatin' bitches, trademark

There's no way you could get wit this, stick to basketball nigga

We should cease you from existance

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin', 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

NasYou know, gay baby nigga said some negative shit about me up

In a magazine called '

After watchin'

New York Undercover'

While I was, takin' a shit

Kool Keith

Was on the front cover that's when

IThat's when

I spotted him

That nigga

AZ tried to say that

I don't deserve a platinum plaque

Nigga I was sellin' tapes out the trunk of my car

When you was runnin' round drinkin'

SimalacAll up in yo fake ass videos

Champagne an coffin full of skrill

Nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills

I'm payin' full nigga an

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 hoeMonkey mouthed biatch, 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 livin'

Shouldn't be livin'

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Hatin' bitches,

Record Hatin' bitches

There's no way you could get wit this

Uh, we should cease you from existance

V-Town bitch, niggas like that shouldn't be livin', 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

DraperE-40, an

The Click, 8-

Ball an MJ

G gettin' that independent paper

All about my ruh uh rap, uh should

I shineBeat a muthafucka uh duh down, e'ry time40 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.IVMy niggas 3

X 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 existance, that's rich

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin', suck else

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Hatin' bitches, lil ol, biatch

There's no way you could get wit this, that's right

We should cease you from existance, learn about it

Niggas like that shouldn't be livin', that's right