Chords for Ice Cube-The Nigga You Love To Hate

I heard payback you motherfuckin' nigga, that's why I'm sick of gettin' treated like a goddamn stepchild.
Fuck a punk cause I ain't him, you got a girl with a nine double M.
The damn problem that you all hate, just think, and niggas decide to retaliate, and try to
keep me from runnin' up.
I never tell you to get down, it's all about pullin' up.
So what the youth goin' down to eight-day?
My shit wasn't ever stirred any fuckin' way, so you better duck away, run and hide out.
When I'm rollin' real slow and the lights out, cause I'm about to fuck up the program,
shootin' out the window of a drop-top pro-ham.
While I'm shootin', that's who you drop.
The police, the media, suckers that won't pop, and motherfuckers that say they too bright.
Put them off streets, they be beggin' to come back.
They say sweep them off gangs and droves.
[G] You wanna sweep a nigga like me up [Bbm] under the rug?
[F] This shit cost street knowledge, buy more niggas in the pen than King Collin.
The grips of that line that might be your cellmate, that's from the nigga you love [A] to hate.
Fuck you, I sue!
Yeah, ha-ha!
That's the nigga you love to hate.
Fuck you, I sue!
_ _ That's the nigga you love to hate.
That's the nigga you love to hate.
Yo, you ain't doin' nothin' pops.
Yo, you ain't doin' nothin' pops, motherfucker.
What you gotta say for yourself?
You don't get a count, nigga, you [Bb] suck, you. _
[C] Once again, this is on the [Bb] motherfuckin' site, yo.
Ice Cube the bitch killer.
Cop killer, yo.
Runnin' through the [G] line like [Bbm] borders, no path to piss in.
I put my fist in.
Now, [G] who do you love to hate?
Cause [Bb] I talk shit and down to eight balls, cause I don't break.
You're [F] beggin', I fall off.
You're gross, so I might as well get them balls off.
And get your ass ready for the lesson.
The vibe is droppin', common sense, and we'll jack and the pen will shake anytime, dick, and hey.
And get your ass spankin', ain't about how long you live, but how long you live.
I ain't with the bullshit.
I meet hoe bitches.
Mo-hoes don't wanna see, so I keep poppin' note cards.
And show the young people what they gotta know.
Cause I ain't with niggas got a little glow, and they be like, drop.
I try to get my style in, from saying quit to rockin' solid.
We got them afraid of the funky shit.
I like to climb some pop-up facade in the Jeep, make the old ladies psych.
Oh my God, Drake, it's the nigga you [Abm] love to hate.
Fuck you, F-U.
Yeah, come on, fool.
It's the nigga you love to hate.
Fuck you, F-U.
Yeah, wanna-
Fuck you, F-U.
It's the nigga you love to hate.
Yo, what the fuck do you think you are, call-girls bitch?
You ain't all that, that's all I am, bitch, bitch.
I ain't nobody's bitch.
Bitches.
[Am] _
Oh, [Bbm] so trained, I've lost they soul.
Just rollin' [F] train, cause the bitches look like hoes.
I see a lot of others, damn.
It almost look like a bandstand.
[Ab] Gaps me that I like Arsenio, about as much as the Piscatennia.
I don't give a fuck about dissin' these fools, cause they all scared of the [Bbm] Ice Cube.
[F] And what I say, what I portray, and all that, and they ain't even seen it [Bbm] yet.
I don't wanna see no dance, and I'm sick of that shit.
[N] Listen to the hit, cause yo, if I look and see another fella on the video,
tryna outdance each other, I'ma tell T-Bone to pass him out.
And don't you give me that shit about [Bb] Wilma.
It [F] ain't right to test ties and creeps, just open the eyes of feasts.
Cause laws are made to be broken up.
What niggas need to do is start lookin' up, and buildin' modes and phones.
They self in the shits, other niggas ya love to hate.
[Ab] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _