(feat. Al Nuke, DJ Willie Will)



[Al Nuke]

"Huh, yo, check it out

Al Nuke be the Don

What's crackin' on this track

My nigga Drunken Master, baby

1998, playas get off me

You-know-what-I'm-sayin'?"



[Lady's voice (Al Nuke)]

I can tell you all the reasons

why they playa hate

(You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em)

Playa hate- Playa hate

(These million dollar niggas boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- BIATCH!)

I can tell you all the reasons ("That goes to all you busta, bitch-boy,

why they playa hate mark-ass niggas")

(You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em)

Playa hate- Playa hate

(These million dollar niggas boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- BIATCH!)

I can tell you all the reasons

why they playa hate

Playa hate- Playa hate

I can tell you all the reasons

why they playa hate

Playa hate- Playa hate



[Al Nuke]

"You know what I'ma do?

You know what I'ma do?

I'm kick a freestyle, check it out."



You wanna hate me 'cause I'm do-able- Five-ten suitable

Bitches be sayin' Tiq was sayin' 'Damn, Al beautiful'

Loc'ed from the crazy drama, stroked all them bitches' mommas

Put up a six and catch a cab, roll is still solid

You wanna beat her 'cause she lovin' me

Candle light and bubbley- She say she likin' you but say she fuckin' me

Playa, you got a plan Baby, don't think

Off the six and the cris, he got the B-12 stankin'

Let's do the ocean and the hundred footers, just me and the homies

and some skimmies floatin' out to Bermuda- It's ALL real, niggas

We ball, my figgas, rules apply

Respect, it's the real kind of niggas, live or die

See, compare you and I is like a bee to a fly

You almost there but in my eyes, nigga, who cares?

It's kinda weird for a playa to be laughed at, half-scratched,

cold on him- Don't be tryin', still had a hoe's on him

What?



[Lady's voice (Al Nuke) {Drunken Master}]

I can tell you all the reasons

why they playa hate

(You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em)

Playa hate- Playa hate

(These million dollar niggas boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- BIATCH!)

I can tell you all the reasons ("Lot of reasons- Lot of reasons")

why they playa hate

{Why you out there playa hatin' on me?}

Playa hate- Playa hate

{Why you out there playa hatin' on me?}



[Al Nuke]

Is it because I'm hot now, shows we rock down?

Al Nuke and Mister Moon got this bitch locked down

so from island, haters' snitchin' on 'em

The federalists but we STILL got a team on 'em

We put the Beam on you haters when you suckers stroll

Niggas all up in mine but still wonder why you bitches' broke

Put 'em in your face, you choke

All niggas talk about me- 'Al nuke done blew up,

now these niggas gotta rap about me' You bustas shoot up

Bitch Boy, all I do is laugh- You wanna kill me

but your bitch want my autograph! It's just that thug in you

Now tell yo' baby's moms we love them too

Best friends, sisters and cousins, boo FUCKED them too

See that's the work we do, now playa part done stuck on this thang

And who the type of niggas that rap, 

next day, wanna say we done fucked off

in the game- You know what I'm talkin' about

Half you niggas, lame money- Got the same money

What you talkin' about spendin' with me, nigga? We live for champagne money!



[Lady's voice (Al Nuke) {Drunken Master}]

I can tell you all the reasons

why they playa hate.

(You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em)

Playa hate- Playa hate

(These million dollar niggas boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- BIATCH!)

I can tell you all the reasons

why they playa hate

{Why you out there playa hatin' on me?}

Playa hate- Playa hate

{Why you out there playa hatin' on me?}

I can tell you all the reasons

why they playa hate

{Why you out there playa hatin' on me?}

Playa hate- Playa hate

{Why you out there playa hatin' on me?}

I can tell you all the reasons

why they playa hate

(You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em)

Playa hate- Playa hate

(These million dollar niggas boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em)



[Al Nuke]

"Wit' a TEAM on 'em

Drunken Master, baby

Al Nuke, puttin' that shit down

Know-what-I'm-sayin'?

Comin' to a hood near you, nigga

99 for 2000, nigga!"



[Drunken Master (DJ Willie Will)]

"Yeah, that's the sounds of my man, Al Nuke, knaw-I-mean?

Drunken Master sittin' up in here, mic side, holdin' it down

for you and yours

Yo, give me a call- 1-800-DICK-IN-YA-MOUTH, ya-knaw-I-mean?

I got my homeboy, E, mannin' the phone lines"

("Yeah, yeah!")

"E, what's crackin' over there, playa?"

("Yo, my nigga, the phone lines is BLAZIN'

We off the MEAT rack up in this mawfucka

Next calla, my nuts is on ya chin

You wanna say WHAT?!!") ("WHAT?!! WHAT...")