| Look at all these haters surrounding me every day
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| hatin on a baller but they can’t stop my pay
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| stop all the hatin I can’t take it no more
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| Im just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
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| Verse 1: Master P Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
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| To high to see his own enemies
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| his baby mama with him in a short skirt
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| his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse
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| his friend took his life for the mighty dollar
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| then ran through the alley must have been a coward
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| No more hit 'em up like in the old days
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| homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
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| that’s why I roll by myself I mean I’m a loner
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| cause haters be all up on me
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| tryin to sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese
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| and the same niggas wanna blow on your weed
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| set you up for a caper
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| dont wanna see you make no money then take ya gotta figure out how to get what you got
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| cause haters be the same niggas on the spot
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| Verse 2: Master P How do hatin get started?
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| It started by the jealous people
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| and they get mad over the things you have
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| and the things they’ll never have
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| Tell me if you hustle it really aint hard to get
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| You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix
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| I heard you spreading rumors
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| Im really not impressed
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| I tell you only one time
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| with my scrilla fool dont mess
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| Verse 3: Fiend
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| I only get with a few cause these bitch made niggas is actors
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| see I dont had to many gun-ins, run-ins with these ass backwards
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| non-packers
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| I’m strapped like P or C they ask for me capture me but im going out with a blast
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| I put that on some cash
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| I’m standing last
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| for some ass
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| yall young crazed punks are trippin
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| dont hate me nigga just go ahead and credit my ??
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| I’m admitting
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| that I’m not only on the thwat
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| but I know i got stopped
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| on tha ??
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| and its understood that I’m not
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| one of the best niggas that ever lived
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| but I got some advice to give
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| and that is Verse 4: Silkk
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| I wonder why they hatin for? |
| Probably cause we got G’s,
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| mad cause we makin moves, cause we got keys
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| But really I cant fade them
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| Cause truly you need haters up on you to know you’se a motherfuckin playa
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| I know yall gonna kill me in a matter of lies
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| I got friend that will turn to enemies in a matter of time
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| I know most of my niggas can feel me when I say TRU niggas will never try to kill me But keep my eyes up on my enemies I gotta watch my friends
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| like when I’m sittin on top or ridin in a benz
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| Why dont yall go out yall’s ass up and get something
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| dont worry about how i got mines
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| always tryin to point a finger and say thats not mine.
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| and kill me it kills me its digusting cause I got a few G’s
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| they try to rob me but they know they wont touch me smile in your face and talk shit behind your back
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| but I just cant call it or catch
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| but i still got G’s and Im still ballin
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| Chorus till fade
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| (Master P)
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| wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer
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| Wassup Underwood California we cant lose
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| wassup to all my boys in Richmond
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| all my boys in the Caliope
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| all my boys locked down in jail
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| this Master P No Limit Records
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| (Wassup Big Boz)
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| DaLastDon
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| (Wassup Mean Green)
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| We Cant Be Stopped
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| I mean you player haters cant stop real TRU playas
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| even though you still hate you cant stop playas
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| (Beats by the Pound)
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| Wassup to all the players out there in New Orleansas
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| (Wassup to my little brother Silkk)
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| Texas (C Murder)
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| Atlanta (Wassup Fiend)
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| Chicago (Wassup Mystikal fool know you bout to drop real soon)
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| Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama
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| (Wassup to Big Mama Mia X)
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| all them playas out there
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| California (Mr. Serv On)
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| East Coast (Sonya C)
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| Mid West, Down South
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| and anybody I forgot if you a real playa you’ll understand
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| (Wassup Foxy Brown)
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| Yeah we did that Party don’t stop
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| ah ha Playas lookin up baby |