The N***a Ya Love to Hate

I heard payback's a motherfucking ****

That's why I'm sick of getting treated like a goddamn stepchild

Fuck a punk 'cause I ain't him

You gotta deal with the nine-double-M

The day is coming that you'll all hate

Just think, if **** 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 shit wasn't registered any fucking 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 fuck 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 motherfuckers that say they too Black

Put 'em overseas, they be begging to come back

And say we promote gangs and drugs

You wanna sweep a **** like me up under the rug

Kicking shit called street knowledge

Why more **** in the pen' than in college?

Because of that line, I might be your cellmate

That's from the **** ya love to hate

Fuck you, Ice Cube!

Yeah, haha! It's the **** you love to hate

Fuck you, Ice Cube!

Aye, yo, baby, your mother warned you about me

It's the **** you love to hate

Yo, you ain't doin' nothin' positive!

Yo, you ain't doin' nothin 'positive for the brothers, what you gotta say for yourself?

You don't like how I'm living? Well, fuck you

Once again, it's on, the motherfucking psycho

Ice Cube the bitch-killer, cap-peeler

Yo, running through the line like Bo, there's no pot to piss in

I put my fist in

Now, who do ya love to hate?

'Cause I talk shit 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 ass ready for the lynching

The Mob is dropping common sense, and

We'll gank in the pen', we'll shank

Any Tom, Dick and Hank, and get the ass spanked

It ain't about how right or wrong you live, but how long you live

I ain't with the bullshit

I meet mo' bitches, mo' hoes

Don't wanna sleep, so I keep popping No-Doz

And tell the young people what they gotta know

'Cause I hate when **** gotta live low

And if you're locked up, I dedicate my stylin'

From San Quentin to Rikers Island

We got 'em afraid of the funky shit

I like to clown so pump up the sound

In your Jeep, make the old ladies say

"Oh, my god, brake, it's the **** ya love to hate"

Fuck you, Ice Cube

Yeah, come on, fool, it's the **** you love to hate

Fuck you, Ice Cube

Yeah, what up, punk? It's the **** you love to hate

Soul Train done lost they soul

Just call it train 'cause the bitches 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 a fuck 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 shit, listen to the hit

'Cause yo, if I look and see another brother

On the video trying to out-dance each other

I'ma tell T-Bone to pass the bottle

And don't give me that shit 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 **** need to do is start loc-ing up

And build mold and fold theyself into shape

Of the **** you love to hate