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 gettin 'em up, like in the old days

Homies squab with Mack 10s and AKs

That's why I roll by myself, I mean my lonely

'Cause haters be all up on me

Tryna sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese

And the same **** 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 **** 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

Affiliate with a few 'cause these bitch-made **** is practice

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 **** 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 ****, 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 cock

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 this 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 and 'cause we got keys

But uh, really I can't save 'em

See, 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

And when, truly, I know my **** nationwide can feel me

When I say, truly, the ghettos tryna kill me

But keep my eyes up on my enemies, I gotta watch my friends

See, keep my hands on choppas when I'm ridin' the Benz

Get off of yo ass, get out and get something

Don't worry about how I got mines

Instead of you worrying pointing your finger, talkin 'bout what's not mine

And feel me, it kills me, to discuss it

Why? When I got a few G's, they'll try to rob me

But the white man got a million, they won't touch 'em

They smile in your face and talkin shit behind your back but I just can't call it

Catch me the other day saying I still owe G's and I'm still ballin'

Look at all these haters, surroundin' me every day

Wassup, Big Brandon and Big Timer, lace the track up

Hatin' on a baller, but they can't stop my pay

Wassup Underwood, California, we can't lose

Stop all the hatin', I can't take it no more

All my homies in Richmond

I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours, so what you hatin' for?

All my boys in the Caliope, all my boys locked down in jail, what's up yall?

Look at all these haters, surroundin' me every day

This Master P, No Limit Records

Wassup, Big Boz

All these haters

Hatin' on a baller, but they can't stop my pay

Independent, black owned

Wassup, Big Green

We can't be stopped, ya heard?

Stop all the hatin', I can't take it no more

I mean you player haters can't stop real TRU playas 'cause, uh

All these haters

I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours, so what you hatin' for?

Even though yall crabs in a bucket, you can't stop playas, baby

Beats by the Pound

Say wassup to all the players out there in New Orleans

My little brother Silkk

You better watch them playa haters

Texas

C Murder

Atlanta

Wassup Fiend, baby

Chicago, Cincinatti

Wassup Mystikal, fool, know you bout to drop real soon

Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama

Wassup to Big Mama, Mia X

All those playas out there

California

Mr. Serv On

East Coast

Sonya C

Mid West, Down South, baby

And anybody I forgot, if you a real playa you'll understand

Wassup, Foxy Brown

Yeah, we did that, party don't stop, ha-ha

Playas lookin up, baby