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