作词 : Stevens, Thomas
Yo, check it out
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 *******t
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's******* what the ******* they good fo?
******* let's shoot fins
You got all the bread *******, put up yo
BenzNah nah, can't do that, why not?
Ol' skool trophy
Somethin'
I done worked too hard fo ******* 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 *******s
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 *******s don't understand my *******t but they surrendurin'
Simmerin', rememberin' things that done jumped off
Lyrics spit on *******s 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 ****** game, phat ass wallets
What's that ******* name?
Rasheed Wallace
You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne
I'm twomp bait ******* ain't no need for you to record hate
Mind ya own or ya own gon remind you, *******
The Click will biatch
Record Hatin' *******, suave game and snitches
Learn about it *******, we should cease you from existance
That's right, *******s like that shouldn't be livin', mutha *******a
Ya Record
Hatin' *******, trademark
There's no way you could get wit this, stick to basketball *******
We should cease you from existance
*******s like that shouldn't be livin', biatch
Got another mutha*******a on my *******t list
I'm a cut off his ******* list,
I mean my hit list
My rest in piss list, dude that be hangin' around
NasYou know, gay baby ******* said some negative *******t about me up
In a magazine called '
After watchin'
New York Undercover'
While I was, takin' a *******t
Kool Keith
Was on the front cover that's when
IThat's when
I spotted him
That *******
AZ tried to say that
I don't deserve a platinum plaque
******* 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
******* know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills
I'm payin' full ******* an
I'll have yo head where ever you at
I'm straight fool ******* seem like someone shoulda been an told ya
That bring the yellow tape *******, jungle full of asphalt
Don't make no sense to talk that talk if a ******* ain't gon' walk that walk
Zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up
Biatch, biatch,
I gives a *******, biatch
It's major pain, ******* don't know a damn thang about me
You mutha *******as don't know nuttin 'bout no
E-40 hoeMonkey mouthed biatch, biatch
Record Hatin' *******, suave game and snitches
Learn about it *******, we should cease you from existance
That's right, *******s like that shouldn't be livin'
Shouldn't be livin'
Ya Record
Hatin' *******,
Record Hatin' *******
There's no way you could get wit this
Uh, we should cease you from existance
V-Town *******, *******s like that shouldn't be livin', e'ry time
When I first started off *******s had me ******, mutha*******as was blind
In '******* that ol' '
Mr. Flamboyant' *******t 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 *******ne
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 *******neBeat a mutha*******a 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 ******* but a ******* ain't rich'
Til he can't count his money no mo'
Over night sensation, never me
All you "Record Haters" got
Ph.IVMy *******s 3
X Krazy laced me taught me how to say '
Fa sheezy'
Told me that them
AZ mutha*******as 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 *******
Record Hatin' *******,
Record hatin' *******
Suave game and snitches, suave game and snitches
We should cease you from existance, that's rich
*******s like that shouldn't be livin', suck else
Ya Record
Hatin' *******, lil ol, biatch
There's no way you could get wit this, that's right
We should cease you from existance, learn about it
*******s like that shouldn't be livin', that's right