Chorus: Mimi (B-Real)] When the streets love you, it's lovely But when they hate you, you're ugly There's no tomorrow you find Any dreams and ambitions
Cause it dont mean shit, when you out there on your own Cause it dont mean shit, when the Feds run in your home Cause it dont mean shit, when you can'
(chorus) you can look at my life, and see what i see, but you can never, you can never do it like me, you can never, you can never do it like me, like
, yeah yeah, uh-huh line 2, Puff: We been playa hated! line 3, Puff: Why? line 4, Puff: Why they want us hated! line 5, Puff: Why they hate us? line
we just too large We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No play, Bad Boys on top They won't stop No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real
that you can't see But you wanna be, you ain't shit to me Playa, it ain't hard for you to get to me Playa, my real dogs they'll spit for me So if you
tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You
them under my fuckin' spell They might start givin' you fuckin' hell Start changin' the way they walk They talk, they act, now, whose fuckin' fault is that? The home invader Yo, moms you
to my fans You see they wouldn't understand You can try but you'll never understand this Try an' try but you'll never understand this You can try but you
Cause every dollar you make, they damn near make ten They'll take you for everything you got Or else they'll sign you and they put on the shelf to rot
All you chump MC's who sell out quick When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends
I?m thuggin? That?s why they hate me comin? Cause when I come to the club That?s when the trouble comes in But they don?t worry me But you ain?t heard
' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin' I Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt naked, just break it You gotta pay like you
peace [Kanye West] You know what, yo? you a bitch! you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip you should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit but all you
the way you were See the way you smirk I'm catching you where you work God only knows all the trouble that grows Deep beneath my soul dealing with you
always looking out for breadrin' 'Cause when breadrin' they return love they don't stress him 'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still
lid, And the weasels jump out And they immediately latch onto my face And start bitin' me all over Oh, man, they were just goin' nuts! They were tearin' me apart! You
body bag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer Since, we some killers for sure Hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll Niggas out tryin' to
