Type I Hate Masta Ace (Ft. Leschea & Rah Digga)

[Intro: Rah Digga]
Yo, this joint right here is dedicated to all them grimy cats
That'll stab you in the back, nah mean?
Disloyal ass niggas all in your business
Snake in the grass ass hoes, peeped your stash
You ain't goin nowhere snake
See you... check it

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
I hate a nigga all up in your business
Tryin to finally confine about you yo what is this?
Damn nigga do you, work for the Source? I hope they pay you millions
Cause you act like you takin the place of Wendy Williams nigga
I see you in front of my crib in the dark
Lurkin' and waitin' to see who's car was parked
It ain't your chick so why you care for?
Why you stop and stare for? What you there for?
Do you need to know every single, thing about my life?
It's not enough that I rap and sing about my life?
Even when I'm sleep, you got nothing else to do
But call up your man who's a bitch nigga just like you
Talkin 'bout my business like it ain't nothing
Y'all have a two hour discussion on who I might be fucking
Cats with these feminine ways and traits
Just one example of the type of niggas I hate, c'mon