Reasons lyrics

Artist  : Drunken Master 
Song : Reasons



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 [Al Nuke]
'Huh, yo, check it out
Al Nuke be the Don
What's crackin' on this track
My nigga 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 niggas boot 'em wit' a TEAM
on 'em- BIATCH!
I can tell you all the reasons ('That goes to all
you busta, bit*h-boy,
why they playa hate		 mark-ass niggas')
You wanna hate, we got the BEAM on 'em
Playa hate- Playa hate
These million dollar niggas boot 'em wit' a TEAM
on 'em- BIATCH!
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
Bit*hes be sayin' Tiq was sayin' 'Damn, Al
beautiful'
Loc'ed from the crazy drama, stroked all them
bit*hes' 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**kin' 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, niggas
We ball, my figgas, rules apply
Respect, it's the real kind of niggas, live or
die
See, compare you and I is like a bee to a fly
You almost there but in my eyes, nigga, 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 niggas boot 'em wit' a TEAM
on 'em- BIATCH!
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 bit*h 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
Niggas all up in mine but still wonder why you
bit*hes' broke
Put 'em in your face, you choke
All niggas talk about me- 'Al nuke done blew up,
now these niggas gotta rap about me' You bustas
shoot up
Bit*h Boy, all I do is laugh- You wanna kill me
but your bit*h 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**KED
them too
See that's the work we do, now playa part done
stuck on this thang
And who the type of niggas that rap, 
next day, wanna say we done f**ked off
in the game- You know what I'm talkin' about
Half you niggas, lame money- Got the same money
What you talkin' about spendin' with me, nigga?
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 niggas boot 'em wit' a TEAM
on 'em- BIATCH!
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 niggas 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, nigga
99 for 2000, nigga!'

[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-DICK-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 nigga, the phone lines is BLAZIN'
We off the MEAT rack up in this mawf**ka
Next calla, my nuts is on ya chin
You wanna say WHAT?!!' ('WHAT?!! WHAT...')