| Yes!
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| It’s that nigga U Love 2 Hate!
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| Yes!
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| U Love 2 Hate!
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| This the song I dedicate to niggas who love to hate!
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| Look me in my face, I’m that nigga U Love 2 Hate!
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| Yes! |
| (Fire! Fire! Fire!)
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| It’s that nigga U Love 2 Hate!
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| Nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Stop it
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| (Ah, ah)
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| Nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Nigga, I ain’t fake!
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| Before this rap shit
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| I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards
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| Pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress
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| Fuck this rap shit
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| Yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice
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| Runnin away from task tactics
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| Hop fences leavin 'em ass backwards
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| Before this music
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| I used to be the Ice Cream Man since 1992 biatch!
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| Don’t you hear the mutha fuckin muzik?
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| I got a head but ain’t no screws in it, losin it
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| Slangin narcotics, them men two steps away from usin it
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| Abusin it
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| I moved then it was all bad
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| It seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad
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| Because of this music, my whole block double crossed me
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| Got shot in the ass, bra
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| But ain’t no love lost see
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| Cuz now I have yo ass off the g’s
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| An niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin to
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| Double cross me
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| I could move across seas, and outta state
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| Smokin weed
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| Hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face
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| Ya still hate nigga
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| Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
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| Cuz I’m that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Tell yo bitch it’s that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Smoke-A-Lot, Regime, nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Album to the face, nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Yes, it’s that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Young nigga, wit money, U Love 2 Hate
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| Mutha fuckas lookin at me funny, U Love 2 Hate
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| Check it
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| What?
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| Nigga… uh
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| Is it because I went on tour wit Biggie Smalls?
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| Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls?
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| Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenille hall?
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| To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they
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| Broads, listen!
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| Or is it because I’m ridin around in Range Rove’s?
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| 4 point 6, G-S 400 on dubb mo-mo's
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| An both of my shit’s got T.V.'s in 'em, what you don’t know
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| What the fuck you grind fo?
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| Juss to pay note to the nine-four
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| I’m ridin 9−8 shit
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| Is that the reason for all the hatred
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| I flipped Townhouse, you still at mom’s house basement
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| Mad, walkin around tellin my friends I ain’t shit
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| Back when, you used to be that nigga who I smoked my dank wit
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| Rob a bank wit, because I trust you
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| Probably take a slug fo you
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| But now a nigga got no love fo you
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| Nigga!
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| Best friends became enemies for centuries
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| An jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me
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| Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
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| Hate
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| It’s that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Labled to the face, nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Drugged out, smoothed out, U Love 2 Hate
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| Poppin Xtacy an shit, nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Uh!
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| I’m that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Tell yo potnas it’s that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Playa hate all the time, U Love 2 Hate
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| What?
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| Why you hate me nigga?
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| Uh
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| Is it because yo bitch love me?
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| Or is because I stay whipped in all the latest rugby’s
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| Thugged Out, sippin bubbly
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| «Da Good, Da Bad, Da Ugly», nigga finally livin lovely
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| Signin autographs
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| Lil kids run up an hug me
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| I’m from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
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| Highschool flunky
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| Too busy out there tryin to get my money
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| Hungry, I had to get it myself nobody dishin fo me
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| An now my niggas mad, claim that I ain’t dishin fo he
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| But fuck ya’ll nigga!
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| What the fuck you done fo me?
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| But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed
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| Or is it because I used to funk wit $hort an Master P
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| Hatin niggas after me, but now won’t capture me
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| Nigga you can’t even go gold
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| What the fuck you sold?
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| Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe
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| Or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby
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| Act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me
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| The day a nigga signed wit Prince J
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| Got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai
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| Smoke-A-Lot, I got to record lable also
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| Phats, L.Q., Maxx, KeKe, my nigga Gonzoe
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| Colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy
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| Ridin Harley’s, die smokin juss like Bob Marley
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| I died in the wide open, at the Mobb party
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| Wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo hard body
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| Pick up
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| Cuz it’s that nigga U Love 2 Hate
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| Sincerely yours mutha fucka
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| U Love 2 Hate!
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| Yours truly
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| Done deal
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| That nigga U Love 2 Hate |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song U Love 2 Hate , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Thugged Out: The Albulation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп