The Nigga Ya Love To Hate

I heard payback's a motherf**king ni**a
That's why I'm sick of getting treated
Like a goddamn stepchild
Kill a punk cause I ain't him
You gotta deal with
The nine double limb
The day is coming
That you all hate
Just think if n***as 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 sh*t wasn't registered
Any f**king 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
F**k 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 motherf**kers
That say they too black
Put 'em overseas
They be begging to come back
They say keep 'em on gangs and ***
You wanna sweep a ni**a
Like me up under the rug
Kicking sh*t called street knowledge
Why more n***as in the pen
Than in college
Now cause of that line
I might be your cellmate
That's from the ni**a ya
Love to hate
Once again it's on
The motherf**king psycho
Ice Cube the b**ch killa cap peeler
Yo running 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 sh*t
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 a** 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 a**
Fake it ain't about how right
Or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain't with the b******t
I meet cold girls 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 brothers 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 sh*t
I like to clown so pump up
The sound
In the jeep make the old ladies say
Oh my god wait
It's the ni**a ya love to hate
Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause
The hoes 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 damn f**k 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 sh*t listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and
See another brother
On the video trying to
Out-dance each other
I'm a tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
And don't give me
That sh*t 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 brothers need to do
Is start loc-ing up
And build mold
And fold theyself into shape
Of the ni**a ya love to hate