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