[Al Nuke]
"Huh, yo, check it out
Al Nuke be the Don
What's crackin' on this track
My n***a Drunken Master, baby
1998, playas get off me
You-know-what-I'm-sayin'?"
[Lady's voice (Al Nuke)
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 n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- b*atch!
I can tell you all the reasons ("That goes to all you busta, b**h-boy
Why they playa hate mark-a** n***as")
You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em
Playa hate- Playa hate
These million dollar n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- b*atch!
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
b**hes be sayin' Tiq was sayin' 'Damn, Al beautiful'
Loc'ed from the crazy drama, stroked all them b**hes' 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 f**in' 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, n***as
We ball, my figgas, rules apply
Respect, it's the real kind of n***as, live or die
See, compare you and I is like a bee to a fly
You almost there but in my eyes, n***a, 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)
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 n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- b*atch!
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 b**h 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 s**ers stroll
n***as all up in mine but still wonder why you b**hes' broke
Put 'em in your face, you choke
All n***as talk about me- 'Al nuke done blew up
Now these n***as gotta rap about me' You bustas shoot up
b**h Boy, all I do is laugh- You wanna k** me
But your b**h 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 fu*kED them too
See that's the work we do, now playa part done stuck on this thang
And who the type of n***as that rap
Next day, wanna say we done f**ed off
In the game- You know what I'm talkin' about
Half you n***as, lame money- Got the same money
What you talkin' about spendin' with me, n***a? 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 n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em- b*atch!
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 n***as boot 'em wit' a TEAM on 'em
[Al Nuke]
"Wit' a TEAM on 'em
Drunken Master, baby
Al Nuke, puttin' that sh** down
Know-what-I'm-sayin'?
Comin' to a hood near you, n***a
99 for 2000, n***a!"
[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 n***a, the phone lines is BLAZIN'
We off the MEAT rack up in this mawf**a
Next calla, my nuts is on ya chin
You wanna say WHAT?!!" ("WHAT?!! WHAT...")