Reasons

[Al Nuke]<br>"Huh, yo, check it out<br>Al Nuke be the Don<br>What`s crackin` on this track<br>My nigga Drunken Master, baby<br>1998, playas get off me<br>You-know-what-I`m-sayin`?"<br><br>[Lady`s voice (Al Nuke)<br> Al Nuke]<br>I can tell you all the reasons<br>why they playa hate<br> You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on `em<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br> These million dollar niggas boot `em wit` a TEAM on `em- BIATCH!<br>I can tell you all the reasons ("That goes to all you busta, bitch-boy,<br>why they playa hate mark-ass niggas")<br> You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on `em<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br> These million dollar niggas boot `em wit` a TEAM on `em- BIATCH!<br>I can tell you all the reasons<br>why they playa hate<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br>I can tell you all the reasons<br>why they playa hate<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br><br>[Al Nuke]<br>"You know what I`ma do?<br>You know what I`ma do?<br>I`m kick a freestyle, check it out."<br><br>You wanna hate me `cause I`m do-able- Five-ten suitable<br>Bitches be sayin` Tiq was sayin` `Damn, Al beautiful`<br>Loc`ed from the crazy drama, stroked all them bitches` mommas<br>Put up a six and catch a cab, roll is still solid<br>You wanna beat her `cause she lovin` me<br>Candle light and bubbley- She say she likin` you but say she fuckin` me<br>Playa, you got a plan Baby, don`t think<br>Off the six and the cris, he got the B-12 stankin`<br>Let`s do the ocean and the hundred footers, just me and the homies<br>and some skimmies floatin` out to Bermuda- It`s ALL real, niggas<br>We ball, my figgas, rules apply<br>Respect, it`s the real kind of niggas, live or die<br>See, compare you and I is like a bee to a fly<br>You almost there but in my eyes, nigga, who cares?<br>It`s kinda weird for a playa to be laughed at, half-scratched,<br>cold on him- Don`t be tryin`, still had a hoe`s on him<br>What?<br><br>[Lady`s voice (Al Nuke)<br> Al Nuke<br> Drunken Master]<br>I can tell you all the reasons<br>why they playa hate<br> You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on `em<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br> These million dollar niggas boot `em wit` a TEAM on `em- BIATCH!<br>I can tell you all the reasons ("Lot of reasons- Lot of reasons")<br>why they playa hate<br> Why you out there playa hatin` on me?<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br> Why you out there playa hatin` on me?<br><br>[Al Nuke]<br>Is it because I`m hot now, shows we rock down?<br>Al Nuke and Mister Moon got this bitch locked down<br>so from island, haters` snitchin` on `em<br>The federalists but we STILL got a team on `em<br>We put the Beam on you haters when you suckers stroll<br>Niggas all up in mine but still wonder why you bitches` broke<br>Put `em in your face, you choke<br>All niggas talk about me- `Al nuke done blew up,<br>now these niggas gotta rap about me` You bustas shoot up<br>Bitch Boy, all I do is laugh- You wanna kill me<br>but your bitch want my autograph! It`s just that thug in you<br>Now tell yo` baby`s moms we love them too<br>Best friends, sisters and cousins, boo FUCKED them too<br>See that`s the work we do, now playa part done stuck on this thang<br>And who the type of niggas that rap, <br>next day, wanna say we done fucked off<br>in the game- You know what I`m talkin` about<br>Half you niggas, lame money- Got the same money<br>What you talkin` about spendin` with me, nigga? We live for champagne money!<br><br>[Lady`s voice<br> Al Nuke<br> Drunken Master]<br>I can tell you all the reasons<br>why they playa hate.<br> You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on `em<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br> These million dollar niggas boot `em wit` a TEAM on `em- BIATCH!<br>I can tell you all the reasons<br>why they playa hate<br> Why you out there playa hatin` on me?<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br> Why you out there playa hatin` on me?<br>I can tell you all the reasons<br>why they playa hate<br> Why you out there playa hatin` on me?<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br> Why you out there playa hatin` on me?<br>I can tell you all the reasons<br>why they playa hate<br> You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on `em<br>Playa hate- Playa hate<br> These million dollar niggas boot `em wit` a TEAM on `em<br><br>[Al Nuke]<br>"Wit` a TEAM on `em<br>Drunken Master, baby<br>Al Nuke, puttin` that shit down<br>Know-what-I`m-sayin`?<br>Comin` to a hood near you, nigga<br>99 for 2000, nigga!"<br><br>[Drunken Master<br> DJ Willie Will]<br>"Yeah, that`s the sounds of my man, Al Nuke, knaw-I-mean?<br>Drunken Master sittin` up in here, mic side, holdin` it down<br>for you and yours<br>Yo, give me a call- 1-800-DICK-IN-YA-MOUTH, ya-knaw-I-mean?<br>I got my homeboy, E, mannin` the phone lines"<br> "Yeah, yeah!"<br>"E, what`s crackin` over there, playa?"<br> "Yo, my nigga, the phone lines is BLAZIN`<br> We off the MEAT rack up in this mawfucka<br> Next calla, my nuts is on ya chin<br> You wanna say WHAT?!!" ("WHAT?!! WHAT...")