• Artist: Ice Cube
• Song Title: The Nigga Ya Love To Hate
• Album: Greatest Hits

I heard payback's a motherf***ing n****
That's why I'm sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild
F*** a punk cause I ain't him
You gotta deal with the nine-double-M
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if n****s decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up
So what they do go and ban the AK?
My s*** wasn't registered any f***ing way
So you better duck away run and hide out
When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out
Cause I'm about to f*** up the program
Shooting out the window of a drop-top Brougham
When I'm shooting let's see who drop
The police the media and suckers that went pop
And motherf***ers that say they too black
Put em overseas they be begging to come back
They say keep em on gangs and drugs
Yyou wanna sweep a n**** like me up under the rug
Kicking s*** called street knowledge
Why more n****s in the pen than in college?
Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate
That's from the n**** ya love to hate

{BREAK}

Yeah, ha-ha, it's the n**** you love to hate

Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me
It's the n**** you love to hate
br> Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers
What you got to say for yourself?>
You do like how I'm living? Well, f*** you

Once again it's on, the motherf***ing psycho
Ice Cube the b**** killa cap peeler
Yo runnin through the line like Bo
It's no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya love to hate
Cause I talk s*** and down the eight-ball
Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off
The crossover might as well cut them balls off
And get your a** ready for the lynching
The mob is droppin common sense and
We'll gank in the pen will shank
Any Tom Dick and Hank or get the a**
Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live
But how long you live
I ain't with the bulls***
I meet cold b****es no hoes
Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping No-Doz
And tell the young people what they gotta know
Cause I hate when n****s gotta live low
And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in
From San Quentin to Rykers Island
We got em afraid of the funky s***
I like to clown so pump up the sound
In the jeep make the old ladies say
Oh my god wait it's the n**** ya love to hate

{BREAK}

Yeah come on fool
It's the n**** you love to hate

Yeah run up punk
It's the n**** you love to hate
br> You ain't all that
That's all I hear, b****, b****
I ain't nobody's b****>
A b**** is a....

Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the b****es look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the Bandstand
You ask me did I like Arsenio
About as much as the bicentennial
I don't give a f*** about dissing these fools cause they all scared of
the Ice Cube
And what I say what I portray and all that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't wanna see no dancing
I'm sick of that s*** listen to the hit
Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video tryin to out-dance each other
I'm a tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
And don't give me that s*** about role model
It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
Cause laws are made to be broken up
What n****s need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the n**** ya love to hate