U Love 2 Hate Lyrics - Yukmouth

Yes! 

It's that nigga you Love 2 Hate! 

Yes! 

You love 2 hate! 

This the song I dedicate to niggas who love to hate! 

Look me in my face, I'm that nigga you Love 2 Hate! 

Yes! (Fire! Fire! Fire!) 

It's that nigga you Love 2 Hate! 

Nigga you Love 2 Hate. 

Stop it. 

(Ah, ah) 

Nigga you Love 2 Hate. 

Nigga, I ain't fake! 

Before this rap shit 

I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards 

Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress 

Fuck this rap shit 

Yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice 

Runnin' away from task tactics 

Hop fences leavin' 'em ass backwards 

Before this music 

I used to be the Ice Cream Man since 1992 biatch! 

Don't you hear the mutha fuckin muzik? 

I got a head but ain't no screws in it, losin' it 

Slangin' narcotics, them men two steps away from usin' it 

Abusin' it 

I moved then it was all bad 

It seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad 

Because of this music, my whole block double crossed me 

Got shot in the ass, bra 

But ain't no love lost see 

'cause now I have yo ass off the g's 

An niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin' to 

Double cross me 

I could move across seas, and outta state 

Smokin' weed 

Hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face 

Ya still hate nigga. 

[Chorus] 

'cause I'm that nigga you Love 2 Hate 

Tell yo bitch it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate 

Smoke-A-Lot, Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate 

Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate 

Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate 

Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate 

Mutha fuckas lookin' at me funny, you Love 2 Hate 

Check it. 

What? 

Nigga uh. 

Is it because I went on tour wit Biggie Smalls? 

Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls? 

Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenile hall? 

To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they 

Broads, listen! 

Or is it because I'm ridin' around in Range Rove's? 

4 point 6, G-S 400 on dubb mo-mo's 

An both of my shit's got T.V.'s in 'em, what you don't know 

What the fuck you grind fo? 

Juss to pay note to the nine-four 

I'm ridin' 9-8 shit 

Is that the reason for all the hatred 

I flipped Townhouse, you still at mom's house basement 

Mad, walkin around tellin my friends I ain't shit 

Back when, you used to be that nigga who I smoked my dank wit 

Rob a bank wit, because I trust you 

Probably take a slug fo you 

But now a nigga got no love fo you 

Nigga! 

Best friends became enemies for centuries 

An jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me. 

[Chorus] 

Hate. 

It's that nigga you love 2 hate 

Labeled to the face, nigga you love 2 hate 

Drugged out, smoothed out, you love 2 hate 

Poppin Xtacy an shit, nigga you love 2 hate 

Uh! 

I'm that nigga you love 2 hate 

Tell yo potnas it's that nigga you love 2 hate 

Playa hate all the time, you love 2 hate 

What? 

Why you hate me nigga? 

Uh. 

Is it because yo bitch love me? 

Or is because I stay whipped in all the latest rugby's 

Thugged out, sippin' bubbly 

"Da Good, Da Bad, Da Ugly", nigga finally livin' lovely 

Signin' autographs 

Lil kids run up an hug me 

I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies 

High school flunky 

Too busy out there tryin' to get my money 

Hungry, I had to get it myself nobody dishin' fo me 

An now my niggas mad, claim that I ain't dishin' fo he 

But fuck ya'll nigga! 

What the fuck you done fo me? 

But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed 

Or is it because I used to funk wit $hort an Master P 

Hatin' niggas after me, but now won't capture me 

Nigga you can't even go gold 

What the fuck you sold? 

Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe 

Or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby 

Act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me 

The day a nigga signed wit Prince J 

Got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai 

Smoke-A-Lot, I got to record lable also 

Phats, L.Q., Maxx, KeKe, my nigga Gonzoe 

Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy 

Ridin' Harley's, die smokin' juss like Bob Marley 

I died in the wide open, at the Mobb party 

Wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo hard body 

Pick up 

'Cause it's that nigga you love 2 hate 

Sincerely yours mutha fucka 

You love 2 hate! 

Yours truly. 

Done deal. 

That nigga you love 2 hate