Yukmouth U Love 2 Hate Lyrics

Thugged Out: The Albulation Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Godzilla
  • 2 Do Yo Thug Thang
  • 3 City of Dope
  • 4 Thugged Out
  • 5 Ridaz
  • 6 Stallion
  • 7 Father Like Son
  • 8 Hater
  • 9 U Love 2 Hate
  • 10 Ice Cream Man
  • 11 It's in My Blood, Part II
  • 12 Still Ballin'
  • 13 Revelationz
  • 14 Rolex Rulez
    CD 2
  • 1 Sad Millionaire
  • 2 The Ballers Feud
  • 3 Pop Da Collar
  • 4 My Buddy
  • 5 Extortion
  • 6 Menage A Trois
  • 7 Falling
  • 8 Mackin vs Pimpin
  • 9 Gangsta Bitch
  • 10 Rap-A-Lot Mafia
  • 11 Sacrifice My Life
  • 12 Baller Mode
  • 13 Bumbell
  • 14 Secret Indictment
  • Yes!
    It's that nigga U Love 2 Hate!
    U Love 2 Hate!
    This the song I dedicate to niggas who love to hate!
    Look me in my face, I'm that nigga U Love 2 Hate!
    Yes! (Fire! Fire! Fire!)
    It's that nigga U Love 2 Hate!
    Nigga U Love 2 Hate.
    Stop it.
    (Ah, ah)
    Nigga U Love 2 Hate.
    Nigga, I ain't fake!

    Verse 1

    Before this rap shit
    I used to slang crack wit ghetto bastards
    pack automatic gats an kept scratch up under the mattress
    fuck this rap shit
    yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice
    runnin away from task tactics
    hop fences leavin 'em ass backwards
    before this music
    I used to be the Ice Cream Man since 1992 biatch!
    Don't you hear the mutha fuckin muzik?
    I got a head but ain't no screws in it, losin it
    slangin narcotics, them men two steps away from usin it
    abusin it
    I moved then it was all bad
    it seemed like soon as a nigga moved, then it was all bad
    because of this music, my whole block double crossed me
    got shot in the ass, bra
    but ain't no love lost see
    cuz now I have yo ass off the g's
    an niggas found off the beach, wit holes up in they body for tryin to
    double cross me
    I could move across seas, and outta state
    smokin weed
    hand yo ass an 8 to smoke to the face
    ya still hate nigga.

    Chorus *(Yukmouth)*

    Cuz I'm that nigga U Love 2 Hate
    tell yo bitch it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate
    Smoke-A-Lot, Regime, nigga U Love 2 Hate
    album to the face, nigga U Love 2 Hate
    Yes, it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate
    young nigga, wit money, U Love 2 Hate
    mutha fuckas lookin at me funny, U Love 2 Hate
    check it.
    Nigga.... uh.

    Verse 2

    Is it because I went on tour wit Biggie Smalls?
    Or is it because yo bitch will to drop to the floor an lick my balls?
    Or is it because a nigga sky ball, since juvenille hall?
    To make these niggas straight talk shit, about me in front of they
    broads, listen!
    Or is it because I'm ridin around in Range Rove's?
    4 point 6, G-S 400 on dubb mo-mo's
    an both of my shit's got T.V.'s in 'em, what you don't know
    what the fuck you grind fo?
    Juss to pay note to the nine-four
    I'm ridin 9-8 shit
    is that the reason for all the hatred
    I flipped Townhouse, you still at mom's house basement
    mad, walkin around tellin my friends I ain't shit
    back when, you used to be that nigga who I smoked my dank wit
    rob a bank wit, because I trust you
    probably take a slug fo you
    but now a nigga got no love fo you
    Best friends became enemies for centuries
    an jealousy juss means you mutha fuckas envy me.

    Chorus *(Yukmouth)*

    it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate
    labled to the face, nigga U Love 2 Hate
    drugged out, smoothed out, U Love 2 Hate
    poppin Xtacy an shit, nigga U Love 2 Hate
    I'm that nigga U Love 2 Hate
    tell yo potnas it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate
    playa hate all the time, U Love 2 Hate
    Why you hate me nigga?

    Verse 3

    Is it because yo bitch love me?
    Or is because I stay whipped in all the latest rugby's
    Thugged Out, sippin bubbly
    "Da Good, Da Bad, Da Ugly", nigga finally livin lovely
    signin autographs
    lil kids run up an hug me
    I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
    highschool flunky
    too busy out there tryin to get my money
    hungry, I had to get it myself nobody dishin fo me
    an now my niggas mad, claim that I ain't dishin fo he
    But fuck ya'll nigga!
    What the fuck you done fo me?
    But talk shit behind my back, and try an smoke my weed
    or is it because I used to funk wit $hort an Master P
    hatin niggas after me, but now won't capture me
    nigga you can't even go gold
    What the fuck you sold?
    Five thousand units, nigga my shit went platinum across the globe
    or is it because these fake ass hoes claim they got my baby
    act shady, an crazy, reverse the game an now them bitches pay me
    the day a nigga signed wit Prince J
    got rid of them other niggas, became my own sensai
    Smoke-A-Lot, I got to record lable also
    Phats, L.Q., Maxx, KeKe, my nigga Gonzoe
    colloso, cheddar to make the nitros soggy
    ridin Harley's, die smokin juss like Bob Marley
    I died in the wide open, at the Mobb party
    wit yo eyes open, slugs through yo hard body
    pick up
    cuz it's that nigga U Love 2 Hate
    sincerely yours mutha fucka
    U Love 2 Hate!
    Yours truly.
    Done deal.
    That nigga U Love 2 Hate

    Written by: Jerold Ellis, Mike Dean
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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