Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop Hatin, artist - Master P.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Stop Hatin |
Look at all these haters surrounding me every day |
hatin on a baller but they can’t stop my pay |
stop all the hatin I can’t take it no more |
Im just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for |
Verse 1: Master P Pop the lock on the benz with the keys |
To high to see his own enemies |
his baby mama with him in a short skirt |
his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse |
his friend took his life for the mighty dollar |
then ran through the alley must have been a coward |
No more hit 'em up like in the old days |
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs |
that’s why I roll by myself I mean I’m a loner |
cause haters be all up on me |
tryin to sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese |
and the same niggas wanna blow on your weed |
set you up for a caper |
dont wanna see you make no money then take ya gotta figure out how to get what you got |
cause haters be the same niggas on the spot |
Verse 2: Master P How do hatin get started? |
It started by the jealous people |
and they get mad over the things you have |
and the things they’ll never have |
Tell me if you hustle it really aint hard to get |
You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix |
I heard you spreading rumors |
Im really not impressed |
I tell you only one time |
with my scrilla fool dont mess |
Verse 3: Fiend |
I only get with a few cause these bitch made niggas is actors |
see I dont had to many gun-ins, run-ins with these ass backwards |
non-packers |
I’m strapped like P or C they ask for me capture me but im going out with a blast |
I put that on some cash |
I’m standing last |
for some ass |
yall young crazed punks are trippin |
dont hate me nigga just go ahead and credit my ?? |
I’m admitting |
that I’m not only on the thwat |
but I know i got stopped |
on tha ?? |
and its understood that I’m not |
one of the best niggas that ever lived |
but I got some advice to give |
and that is Verse 4: Silkk |
I wonder why they hatin for? |
Probably cause we got G’s, |
mad cause we makin moves, cause we got keys |
But really I cant fade them |
Cause truly you need haters up on you to know you’se a motherfuckin playa |
I know yall gonna kill me in a matter of lies |
I got friend that will turn to enemies in a matter of time |
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 |
like when I’m sittin on top or ridin in a benz |
Why dont yall go out yall’s ass up and get something |
dont worry about how i got mines |
always tryin to point a finger and say thats not mine. |
and kill me it kills me its digusting cause I got a few G’s |
they try to rob me but they know they wont touch me smile in your face and talk shit behind your back |
but I just cant call it or catch |
but i still got G’s and Im still ballin |
Chorus till fade |
(Master P) |
wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer |
Wassup Underwood California we cant lose |
wassup to all my boys in Richmond |
all my boys in the Caliope |
all my boys locked down in jail |
this Master P No Limit Records |
(Wassup Big Boz) |
DaLastDon |
(Wassup Mean Green) |
We Cant Be Stopped |
I mean you player haters cant stop real TRU playas |
even though you still hate you cant stop playas |
(Beats by the Pound) |
Wassup to all the players out there in New Orleansas |
(Wassup to my little brother Silkk) |
Texas (C Murder) |
Atlanta (Wassup Fiend) |
Chicago (Wassup Mystikal fool know you bout to drop real soon) |
Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama |
(Wassup to Big Mama Mia X) |
all them playas out there |
California (Mr. Serv On) |
East Coast (Sonya C) |
Mid West, Down South |
and anybody I forgot if you a real playa you’ll understand |
(Wassup Foxy Brown) |
Yeah we did that Party don’t stop |
ah ha Playas lookin up baby |