Record Haters

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Today we're here with basketball star rasheed wallace

(Yo what up kid?)

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

(The Bullets man)

Yea, 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'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-tang you know what I'm sayin'?

I don't fool wit the goodie mob's

And I especially don't fool with them E-40's

Nigga what the fuck they good fo'? nigga let's shoot fins

You got all the bread nigga, put up yo benz

Nah-nah, can't do that

Why not? Ol skool trophy

Somethin' that I done worked too hard fo

Nigga quote me

Yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins

Get ready to pay the price? pee-wee no catchin

Who got change fo this brand new hundred?

Staight 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 surrenderin'

Simmering, remembering things that, done jumped off

Lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough

Messy hoes, got my name between they teeth

Juss because, I'm from the west not the east

Graduated from the dope game

Fat ass wallets

What's that niggas 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 living

(Mutha fucka)

Ya record hatin' bitches

(Trademark)

There's no way you could get with this

(Stick to basketball nigga)

We should cease you from existence

Niggas like that shouldn't be living

(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 nas

You know, gay baby

Nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called

After watching new york undercover while I was, taking a shit

Kool keith was on the front cover that's when I

That's when I spotted him

That nigga AZ tried to say that

I don't deserve a platinum plaque

Nigga I was selling tapes out the trunk of my car

When you was runnin' 'round drinking simalac

All up in yo fake ass videos (ok)

Champagne an coffin full of skrill

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

I'm payin' full nigga and 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 hoe

Monkey mouthed biatch

Biatch

Record hatin bitches

Suave game and snitches

(Learn about it bitch)

We should cease you from existence

(That's right)

Niggas like that shouldn't be living

(Shouldn't be livin)

Ya record hatin bitches

(Record hatin bitches)

There's no way you could get wit this

(Uh)

We should cease you from existence

(V-town bitch)

Niggas like that shouldn't be living

(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 draper, E-40, an the click

8-Ball, an MJG gettin' that independent paper

All about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine

Beat a muthafucka uh-duh-down, e'ry time

40 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.IV

My niggas 3X 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 existence

(That's rich)

Niggas like that shouldn't be living

(Suck-els)

Ya record hatin bitches

(Lil ol, biatch)

There's no way you could get with this

(That's right)

We should cease you from existence

(Learn about it)

Niggas like that shouldn't be living

(That's right)