Yo check it out. Today we're here wit basketball
star Rasheed Wallace. (Yo what up kid?) From the... what what what team
is that you play for again? (Sshh. The Bullets man.) Yea right
right. So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin this hip hop thang an
everythang goin on tell me I mean what what's yo flavor? (Yo check it out
kid I only like real hip hop man the real shit. You know what I'm sayin.
Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's,
and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.)
Verse 1
Nigga what
the fuck they hit fo? Nigga let's shoot fins you got all the bread
nigga put up yo Benz nah-nah, can't do that Why not? Ol skool
trophy somethin I done worked too hard fo nigga quote me yo swole bank
rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee
no catchin Who got change fo this brand new hundred? Staight outta
welfare when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy a bare
fare spend about a half a hundred thousand boost up my coins preceed
to spit mo supafly than Donald Goins this game is so damn
hemrigin that I be delivin these niggas don't understand my shit but
they surrendurin simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off lyrics
spit on niggas than a, a bad cough messy hoes, got my name between they
teeth juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST graduated from the
dope game phat ass wallets What's that niggas name? Rasheed
Wallace!! You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne I'm twomp
bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate mind ya own, or ya own gon
remind you Nigga!! The Click will biatch!
Chorus *(Big Lurch &
E-40)*
Record Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about
it bitch!) We should cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas
like that shouldn't be livin. (Mutha fucka!) Ya Record Hatin
bitches (Trademark.) there's no way you could get wit this (Stick to
basketball nigga!) we should cease you from existance niggas like that
shouldn't be livin. (Biatch!)
Verse 2
Got another mutha fucka
on my shit list I'm a cut off his dick list I mean my hit list my rest
in piss list dude that be hangin around Nas you know, gay baby nigga
said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called " after watchin
"New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit Kool Keith was on the front
cover that's when I that's when I spotted him that nigga AZ tried to say
that I don't deserve a platinum plaque nigga I was sellin tapes out the
trunk of my car when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac all up in yo
fake ass videos (ok) champagne an coffin full of skrill nigga know damn well
yo punk ass ain't got had no mills I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo
head where ever you at I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda
been an told ya that bring the yellow tape nigga jungle full of
asphalt don't make no sense to talk that talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk
that walk zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up Biatch! Biatch! I
gives a fuck! Biatch!
It's major pain. Nigga don't know a damn thang
about me. You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe! Monkey
mouthed biatch! Biatch!
*(Chorus)*
Record Hatin
bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!) We should
cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas like that shouldn't be
livin. (Shouldn't be livin.) Ya Record Hatin bitches! (Record Hatin
bitches!) there's no way you could get wit this (Uh.) We should cease
you from existance (V-Town bitch!) Niggas like that shouldn't be
livin. (E'ry time)
Verse 3
When I first started off niggas had
me fucked mutha fuckas was blind in '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit
was way ahead of his time had everyone an they great grandmas off
that Carlos Rossi wine was in a major label an business that uh didn't
want us to shine it was me an my potna from Suave House Records Tony
Draper E-40, an The Click 8-Ball, an MG gettin that independent
paper all about my ruh-uh-rap uh-should I shine beat a mutha fucka
uh-duh-down e'ry time 40 get yo marbles man get yo change take a
limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes that's what I was taught
to do by my big homie thou you can always be a nigga, but a nigga ain't
rich til he can't count his money no mo' over night sensation never
me all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV my niggas 3X Krazy laced
me taught me how to say "fa sheezy" told me that them AZ mutha fuckas
don't believe phat means greasy we can shoot it out or we can
fight You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk? Shoot me some peace
bitch!
*(Chorus)*
Record Hatin bitches! (Record hatin
bitches!) Suave game and snitches! (Suave game and snitches!) We
should cease you from existance. (That's rich.) Niggas like that
shouldn't be livin. (Suck-els!) Ya Record Hatin bitches (Lil ol,
biatch!) There's no way you could get wit this (That's right.) We
should cease you from existance (Learn about it.) Niggas like that
shouldn't be livin. (That's right.)
E Artists/Bands 
E 40 CDs in sales 
