Playa Haterz Lyrics
| Song | Playa Haterz |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | The Ghettos Tryin to Kill Me! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| 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) | |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
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