Lyrics:

*(Teddy)* Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? oh-hoo-hooooo baby, oh yeahhhhh, eh-heyyyy, why you wanna playa hate on me?? Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* 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, an 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, sumpthin 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 lil mail now, cuz everbody bump L-U-N-I-Z like hell now, you juss a busta brown an blood you know, Chris spreadin faulty rumors around the Town like Club New Vogue, really though. Chorus *(Teddy)* Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2 (Why you playa hate??!!) x1 Why you wanna.... playa hate on me?? x2 (Ooohhh!!) x1 Verse 2 *(Knumskull)* 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's 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