(Cal Luv's intro)  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.)    [E-40]  Nigga what the fuck they GOOD 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 Fairfield  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!)    [E-40]  Got another muthafucka 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)    [E-40]  When I first started off niggas had me fucked, muthafuckas 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 MJG gettin that independent paper  all about my ruh-uh-rap, uh-should I shine  beat a muthafucka 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 muthafuckas 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.)