Playa Haterz Lyrics - Master P

Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man 

Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe 

Man that show was liver than a motherfucker they was loving us 

Man it was large as shit 

Verse 1 (JT the Bigga Figga) 

Check the sickness, forget this game that you missing 

So I understand you had a plan to rip up potential 

Players in the game without no shame to fault me 

Realize that they surprised that you tried to salt me 

I backed up off ya, I seen ya coming 

Doing a 100 or more running, so now I'm gunning 

If you try to play them players nigga than you getting played 

Keeping my game tight so short like a razor blade 

Afraid of who is what you ask me 

Just because you got your mac10 ready to blast me 

And pass me up as if you didn't know 

Representing getting low, P nigga hit the floor 

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Verse 2 (Master P) 

Sideways through the cut with the gold one's spinning 

Suckers jealous cause they know the P is deep up in it 

On my way to Filmore to see JT 

We ain't set tripping its all about some dope beats 

But you got to watch your back for them perpetrators 

Imitators man I mean player haters 

You know the type, that's quick to fucking give you dap 

And all the while, they ready to fucking peel your cap 

And if ya don't understand don't test me 

Cause the P ain't living fucking nappy 

I'll leave some motherfucking flowers at your gravesite 

And make love to your bitch almost every night 

Caught you slipping and you died like a perpetrator 

On your tombstone should read player hater 

(Chorus) 

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I ain't saying no names 

Its alot of player haters ain't true to the game 

Verse 3 (Master P) 

Player haters in ya face wanna talk and laugh 

Same fool in the hood with a ski mask 

Don't move don't budge don't even flinch 

Caught you slipping so they going for your dividends 

I should put you on your back once they get your scraps 

Cause they know a nigga like you is living fat 

And as you stroll in the 4, cause life is cold 

But don't trip cause that's just a bad episode 

That life in the ghetto ain't no joke 

At sometime you die in this game for selling dope 

But if you don't sell dope, than you gotta kick it 

And them same hoes, they wanna fucking kick it 

Verse 4 (San Quinn) 

Do you wanna ride to this or do you wanna side to this 

Just a young baby boy coming with the flyest shit 

Get you higher than that chronic can bring ya 

Lets hit that niggas field 

Coming from your shoulders, now you reaching for your steel 

My? of real is a step away from nothing happened 

Pick up the mic and get to rapping 

Stepping like the? making all these hoes something vicious 

Not even these playa haters can identify my sickness 

You taking winners to? while I caught myself 

Hit the cuts and came up with legitimate wealth 

From the? hardest city by the Bay 

Busting rhymes, dropping nines dropping simply for a payday 

Had his rest to make way 

Before I break him down with the og russian cickle 

When the shit don't tickle 

My show won't pickle and I ain't no buster 

You player hating niggas better stay away from a real hustler 

And its like that for the 94 nigga 

(Repeat 3x) 

And its like that and its like that 

And you player hating niggas don't like that