Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World's Most Hated, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Thug Lord: The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.09.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoke-A-Lot
Song language: English
World's Most Hated |
Mama used to say: «Watch your friends», cause they be fake as fuck |
Niggas smilin' in my face, I’m knowin' they hate my guts |
They hate the way I bust, hate the way I strut |
They wanna take my stuff, kill a nigga to make a buck |
They even hate the way I fuck, cause I fuck they ho’s |
When I bust, fuck up their flow, Yuk untouchable |
Platinum make a nigga tuck his gold, Ice up his robe |
My lyrics touch your soul, make bitches rush the flow |
I give it to 'em raw, regaurdless of what squad |
I’ma hit 'em hard if they get envolved, break them niggas off |
Let 'em know I’m rollin' with god, roll with the MOB |
If you fuck with one of us, the whole club about to squab |
Your bitch gettin' shot, even your mama gettin' robbed |
Fuck try’na hold haah, I sold rock, I sold haah |
From the thug spot, coke spot, post up, and tote Glocks |
Got it if you snort haah, got it if you smoke rocks |
It don’t stop late, niggas get dropped from labels |
For fuckin' with a nigga that’s hot and fatal |
I’m like the henny, rock the cradle to these little ass pre-schooler |
Nursery rhyme niggas, still ridin' beach cruisers |
Dude, I see through you, cause you’re plastic |
Bring the beef to you, put the heat to your vlastic |
Fuck the last album, this a classic |
Fags get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted |
By them niggas tatted with dragons |
I’m try’na live one time shine (why can’t a nigga ball like y’all |
With platinum plaques on my wall?) |
But y’all niggas platinum, what’s mine? |
(they don’t wanna nigga to shine at all |
They wish a young nigga would fall) |
Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated |
World’s most hated nigga, nigga |
Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated |
World’s most hated nigga, nigga |
You need to quit it, all I got is 6 digits, you got meal tickets |
Talk slick in your raps, and pillow talk to bitches |
Y’all niggas ought to quit it, god’s my witness |
Or face the consequences, like when Eryka Badu sparks an inscent |
You 'bout to get lalla-byed, rock-a-byed |
Popped the guy, shot the guy, then went in the pockets of his Karl Kani’s |
Robbed the guy, got the guy, don’t forget to dot your eyes |
Cross me, you got to die, I’mma ride |
MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE PAC ALIVE! |
The Thug lord, prophesize, bring the west back |
Shit on them niggas with no ex-lax |
Make them bitches eat, check that |
Then put my tape in, make them niggas respect that |
And stop P.H.in', and congratulatin' the nigga they facin' |
Who went from section 8, to makin' money, listen to revelations |
And Jags and Navigations, Playstation, stay breakin' |
Platinum deuce, conversations to rule a thug nation |
I’m try’na live one time shine (why can’t a nigga ball like y’all |
With platinum plaques on my wall?) |
But y’all niggas platinum, what’s mine? |
(they don’t wanna nigga to shine at all |
They wish a young nigga would fall) |
Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated |
World’s most hated nigga, nigga |
Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated |
World’s most hated nigga, nigga |
Come with me, go toe to toe with me |
Still the king of the O. would be that nigga smokin' weed |
Y’all wanna be soulja’s sweet like potpouri |
I crust your fuckin' text like a buldozer go hungry like vultures be |
Fake niggas wish they never spoke on me |
Or said shit about that thug nigga, leavin' they head split, detted |
I’ll make you muthafuckaz regret it, get wetted with the gun |
For try’na gas me like unleaded, I ain’t the fuckin' one, one, one |
So take that gum out your ass hole |
First round, T.K.O. |
his ass like «Glass Joe» |
I lash you, harass you, thrash you |
Smash you, blast you, I put holes in your shirt like cash do |
I probably have to stop to find his ass too |
Hit the avenue, in his strip, bullet proof Nav. |
too, if niggas was after you |
Try’na catch you niggas, jack you for puttin' a nigga name in your raps, |
fool (fag you!) |
Well, that’s your ass, dude |
I’m try’na live one time shine (why can’t a nigga ball like y’all |
With platinum plaques on my wall?) |
But y’all niggas platinum, what’s mine? |
(they don’t wanna nigga to shine at all |
They wish a young nigga would fall) |
Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated |
World’s most hated nigga, nigga |
Cause I’m the world’s most hated, world’s most hated |
World’s most hated nigga, nigga |
There you have it, another muthafuckin' classic |
Nigga, you ride Bentley’s (Bentley's), not Mercedes (Not Mercedes) |
Bentley’s (Bentley's), nigga quit trippin' on me, bitch |
Quit hatin' on me, bitch, you got all the fuckin' money, nigga |
I ain’t the fuckin' one, one, one |
Nigga, Regime Life, what? |
what? |
Regime Life |
My nigga Mad Max: Regime Life |
My nigga LQ: Regime Life |
My nigga Phats Boss: Regime Life |
My nigga Ke Ke: Regime Life |
My nigga C-Bo: Regime Life |
My nigga Diesel Don: Regime Life |
My nigga Gov Matic: Regime Life |
Fuck hater niggas, you niggas be bitin' songs, niggas be hatin' niggas |
Y’all got all the money, man, make room for the young niggas |
Let us get some paper, nigga, sit your ass down, nigga, be executive, nigga |
Do your thug thang, nigga, and I’mma do mine |
You stay out my fuckin' way, and I’mma stay out your way, you bitch |
Regime Life, done deal… |