Master P - Playa Haterz Lyrics
Yo jt tell her to give me a 7 up manHey, hey that ***** tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoeMan that show was liver than a mother*****er they was loving usMan it was large as shitVerse 1 (jt the bigga figga)Check the sickness, forget this game that you missingSo I understand you had a plan to rip up potentialPlayers in the game without no shame to fault meRealize that they surprised that you tried to salt meI backed up off ya, I seen ya comingDoing a 100 or more running, so now Im gunningIf you try to play them players nigga than you getting playedKeeping my game tight so short like a razor bladeAfraid of who is what you ask meJust because you got your mac10 ready to blast meAnd pass me up as if you didnt knowRepresenting getting low, p nigga hit the floorVerse 2 (master p)Sideways through the cut with the gold ones spinningSuckers jealous cause they know the p is deep up in itOn my way to filmore to see jtWe aint set tripping its all about some dope beatsBut you got to watch your back for them perpetratorsImitators man I mean player hatersYou know the type, thats quick to *****ing give you dapAnd all the while, they ready to *****ing peel your capAnd if ya dont understand dont test meCause the p aint living *****ing nappyIll leave some mother*****ing flowers at your gravesiteAnd make love to your ***** almost every nightCaught you slipping and you died like a perpetratorOn your tombstone should read player hater(chorus)I aint saying no namesIts alot of player haters aint true to the gameVerse 3 (master p)Player haters in ya face wanna talk and laughSame fool in the hood with a ski maskDont move dont budge dont even flinchCaught you slipping so they going for your dividendsI should put you on your back once they get your scrapsCause they know a nigga like you is living fatAnd as you stroll in the 4, cause life is coldBut dont trip cause thats just a bad episodeThat life in the ghetto aint no jokeAt sometime you die in this game for selling dopeBut if you dont sell dope, than you gotta kick itAnd them same hoes, they wanna *****ing kick itVerse 4 (san quinn)Do you wanna ride to this or do you wanna side to thisJust a young baby boy coming with the flyest shitGet you higher than that chronic can bring yaLets hit that niggas fieldComing from your shoulders, now you reaching for your steelMy ? ? of real is a step away from nothing happenedPick up the mic and get to rappingStepping like the? ? making all these hoes something viciousNot even these playa haters can identify my sicknessYou taking winners to ? ? while I caught myselfHit the cuts and came up with legitimate wealthFrom the ? ? hardest city by the bayBusting rhymes, dropping nines dropping simply for a paydayHad his rest to make wayBefore I break him down with the og russian cickleWhen the shit dont tickleMy show wont pickle and I aint no busterYou player hating niggas better stay away from a real hustlerAnd its like that for the 94 nigga(repeat 3x)And its like that and its like thatAnd you player hating niggas dont like that
