8ball - Take a Look Around (Timbaland Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Fred Durst] All the tension in the world today All the little girls fillin' up the world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'mma live my life like I should (Like I should) Now all the critics wanna hit it, ya sh** can how we did it Just because they don't get it But I'll stay fitted, new era committed Now this red cap gets a rap from these critics Do we always gotta cry (Always gotta cry) Do we always gotta (Always gotta) live inside a lie Life's just a blast that's movin' really fast You better stay on top or life will kick you in the a** Follow me into a solo Remember that kid, so what you wanna do And where you gonna run When you starin' down the cable of a mic Pointed at your grill like a gun Limp Bizkit is rockin' the set, it's like Russian Roulette When you're placin' your bet So don't be upset when you're broke and you're done Cause I'mma be the one till I jet (I'ma be the one till I jet) [Hook] I know why you wanna hate me... I know why you wanna hate me... I know why you wanna hate me... Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately I know why you wanna hate me (Wanna hate me) I know why you wanna hate me (Wanna hate me) Now I know why you wanna hate me Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately! And now you wanna hate me! Cause hate is all the world has even seen lately! [Verse 2: Fred Durst] Does anybody really know the secret Or the combination for this life and where they keep it It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin' But everything happens for a reason (Everything happens for a reason) I don't even know what I should say Cause I'm an idiot, a loser, microphone abuser I an*lyze every second I exist Beatin' up my mind every second with my fists And everybody wanna run (Wanna run) Everybody wanna hide from the gun (Hide from the gun) You can take that ride through this life if you want But you can't take the edge off the knife, no sir And now you want your money back (Money back) But you're denied cause your brains fried from the sack And there ain't nothin' I can do Cause life is a lesson, you learn it when you're through [Hook] [Verse 3: E-40] I knew this wasn't gonna be big for me (Big for me) So you won't have to be distract back act bad and spit dispiritment Let me reinvent myself, let me introduce my name E-40 man, the baller to the king of Spain Doin' a gig, spit em' a jig Reckless while I'm with Limp Bizkit Flossin' and bossin' sometimes I get Doin' my thing this-a-ma-jig Jewelry cuts, I preach just what I practice They wanna cut my head off like John the Baptist The end change, money change the way people think about me When I was broke they used to laugh and talk bad about me Why ya wanna playa hate on me In the streets most overrated, duplicated Orientated, up-to-dated, game invested s**er free vested, just measued and interested How to request it, game collector, well connected, y'all digest it Timbaland did this beat and kicked his feet, for real [Verse 4: Eightball] Yeah, you a hater, hater, hater That's OK hater, you gon' see me later I get around like Pac from coast to coast Where I'm gonna be next only God knows Life flows, I'm a Southern poet, playa That's OK hater, you gon' see me later Close ya eyes and look past the bullsh** Ya rap's like a knife boy I got a full clip Mind blown from all the doja I've blowed Gotta have just to deal with you weak hoes I'm on a crusade for everything hip-hop Gangsta reality and I won't stop Come to my world and deal with what I deal with Cotton candy rappers win over real sh** That's the real sh** Take it how you want Eightball's a real playa Don't need a hater