nitzer ebb – reasons lyrics
f/ al nuke, dj willie will
[al nuke]
“huh, yo, check it out
al nuke be the don
what’s crackin’ on this track
my n-gg- 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-gg-s boot ’em wit’ a team on ’em- b–tch!
i can tell you all the reasons (“that goes to all you busta, b-tch-boy,
why they playa hate mark–ss n-gg-s”)
you wanna hate, we got the beam on ’em
playa hate- playa hate
these million dollar n-gg-s boot ’em wit’ a team on ’em- b–tch!
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-tches be sayin’ tiq was sayin’ ‘d-mn, al beautiful’
loc’ed from the crazy drama, stroked all them b-tches’ 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-ckin’ 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-gg-s
we ball, my figgas, rules apply
respect, it’s the real kind of n-gg-s, live or die
see, compare you and i is like a bee to a fly
you almost there but in my eyes, n-gg-, 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-gg-s boot ’em wit’ a team on ’em- b–tch!
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-tch 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
n-gg-s all up in mine but still wonder why you b-tches’ broke
put ’em in your face, you choke
all n-gg-s talk about me- ‘al nuke done blew up,
now these n-gg-s gotta rap about me’ you bustas shoot up
b-tch boy, all i do is laugh- you wanna kill me
but your b-tch 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 f-cked them too
see that’s the work we do, now playa part done stuck on this thang
and who the type of n-gg-s that rap,
next day, wanna say we done f-cked off
in the game- you know what i’m talkin’ about
half you n-gg-s, lame money- got the same money
what you talkin’ about spendin’ with me, n-gg-? 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-gg-s boot ’em wit’ a team on ’em- b–tch!
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-gg-s boot ’em wit’ a team on ’em
[al nuke]
“wit’ a team on ’em
drunken master, baby
al nuke, puttin’ that sh-t down
know-what-i’m-sayin’?
comin’ to a hood near you, n-gg-
99 for 2000, n-gg-!”
[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-d-ck-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-gg-, the phone lines is blazin’
we off the meat rack up in this mawf-cka
next calla, my nuts is on ya chin
you wanna say what?!” (“what?! what…”)
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