Stop Hatin

[Chorus: Master P] 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 [Verse 1: Master P] 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 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 [Chorus: Master P] 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 [Bridge: Master P] 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 [Verse 2: Fiend] 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 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 [Chorus: Master P] 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 [Verse 3: Silkk] I wonder why they hatin for? Probably 'cause we got G's All mad 'cause we makin' moves, 'cause we got keys But uh... 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 And when truly, I know my niggas 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 "whats 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 it 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' [Chorus: Master P] 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 [Outro: Master P] Wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer Wassup Underwood California we can't lose Wassup to all my homies in Richmond All my boys in the Caliope All my boys locked down in jail Whats up yall? This Master P (Wassup Big Boz) No Limit Records Independent, Black owned (Wassup Mean Green) We Can't Be Stopped I mean you player haters can't stop real TRU playas Cause uh, 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 (You better watch them playa haataas) (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