Master P, O’Dell, Mo B. Dick, Silkk the Shocker, Fiend - Stop Hatin lyrics
[Master P, O’Dell, Mo B. Dick, Silkk the Shocker, Fiend - Stop Hatin lyrics]
Look at all these haters
Surroundin' me every day hatin' on a baller
But they can't stop my pay
Stop all this hatin', I can't take it no more
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
Pop the locks on the Benz, steal his keys
Too high to see his own enemies
Seen his baby mama -tears with 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've been a coward
No more hit 'em up, like in the old days
Homies ride with Mack 10s and AKs
That's why I roll by myself I mean alone
'Cause haters be all up on
Tryna sniff you out for your
Cheddar and your cheese
And the same niggas wanna blow on your weed
Set you up for a caper
Don't wanna see you make no money
Then take ya
And try to figure out how to get what you got
'Cause haters be the same niggas on your spot
Look at all these haters
Surroundin' 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
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
How do hatin' get started? It's
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 ain't hard to get
You can get yours, I got mine
So stay out my mix
I heard you spreading rumors
I'm really not impressed
I tell you only one time
With my scrilla, fool, don't mess
I'm only in with a few 'cause
These bitch made niggas is actors
See I done had to many gun-ins
Run-ins with these ass backwards
Non packers, I'm strapped like P or C
Just in case these niggas after me
Capture me forget I'm goin' out with a blast
And I put that on some cash
I'm standin' last for some ass
Y'all young crazed punks are trippin'
Don't hate me nigga
And go 'head and credit my dippin'
I'm admittin' that I'm not only on the twat
But I know I got stopped, on the?
It's understood that I'm not one of the
Best young playas that ever lived
But I got some advice to give, and that is
Look at all these haters
Surroundin' 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
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
I wonder why they hatin for?
Probably 'cause we got G's
All mad 'cause we makin' moves
'cause we got keys
But really I can't save 'em
'Cause truly you need haters up on you
To know you's a motherfuckin' playa
And I'mma try to make y'all kill
Me in a matter of lines
I got friends that can 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 upon my enemies
I gotta watch my friends
Like when I'm sittin' on top
Or ridin' a Benz
Why don't y'all go out y'all's
Ass up and get somethin'
Don't worry about how I got mines
Always tryin' to point a finger
And say that's not mine and kill me
It kills me
It's disgusting 'cause I got a few G's
They try to rob me
But the white man'll make it
They won't touch 'em
Smile in your face and talk
Shit behind your back
But I just can't call it or catch
But I still got G's and I'm still ballin'
Look at all these haters
Surroundin' 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
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
Look at all these haters
Surroundin' 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
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
Wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer
Wassup Underwood California we can't 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 Can't Be Stopped
I mean you player haters can't
Stop real TRU playas
Even though you still hate
You can't 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
Surroundin' me every day hatin' on a baller
But they can't stop my pay
Stop all this hatin', I can't take it no more
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
Pop the locks on the Benz, steal his keys
Too high to see his own enemies
Seen his baby mama -tears with 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've been a coward
No more hit 'em up, like in the old days
Homies ride with Mack 10s and AKs
That's why I roll by myself I mean alone
'Cause haters be all up on
Tryna sniff you out for your
Cheddar and your cheese
And the same niggas wanna blow on your weed
Set you up for a caper
Don't wanna see you make no money
Then take ya
And try to figure out how to get what you got
'Cause haters be the same niggas on your spot
Look at all these haters
Surroundin' 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
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
How do hatin' get started? It's
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 ain't hard to get
You can get yours, I got mine
So stay out my mix
I heard you spreading rumors
I'm really not impressed
I tell you only one time
With my scrilla, fool, don't mess
I'm only in with a few 'cause
These bitch made niggas is actors
See I done had to many gun-ins
Run-ins with these ass backwards
Non packers, I'm strapped like P or C
Just in case these niggas after me
Capture me forget I'm goin' out with a blast
And I put that on some cash
I'm standin' last for some ass
Y'all young crazed punks are trippin'
Don't hate me nigga
And go 'head and credit my dippin'
I'm admittin' that I'm not only on the twat
But I know I got stopped, on the?
It's understood that I'm not one of the
Best young playas that ever lived
But I got some advice to give, and that is
Look at all these haters
Surroundin' 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
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
I wonder why they hatin for?
Probably 'cause we got G's
All mad 'cause we makin' moves
'cause we got keys
But really I can't save 'em
'Cause truly you need haters up on you
To know you's a motherfuckin' playa
And I'mma try to make y'all kill
Me in a matter of lines
I got friends that can 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 upon my enemies
I gotta watch my friends
Like when I'm sittin' on top
Or ridin' a Benz
Why don't y'all go out y'all's
Ass up and get somethin'
Don't worry about how I got mines
Always tryin' to point a finger
And say that's not mine and kill me
It kills me
It's disgusting 'cause I got a few G's
They try to rob me
But the white man'll make it
They won't touch 'em
Smile in your face and talk
Shit behind your back
But I just can't call it or catch
But I still got G's and I'm still ballin'
Look at all these haters
Surroundin' 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
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
Look at all these haters
Surroundin' 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
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours
So what you hatin' for
Wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer
Wassup Underwood California we can't 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 Can't Be Stopped
I mean you player haters can't
Stop real TRU playas
Even though you still hate
You can't 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