Stop Hatin' Testo

Chorus: Look at all these haters surrounding 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 Im just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for Verse 1: Master P Pop the lock on the benz with the keys To high to see his own enemies his baby mama with him in 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 have been a coward No more hit 'em up like in the old days homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs that's why I roll by myself I mean I'm a loner cause haters be all up on me tryin to sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese and the same niggas wanna blow on your weed set you up for a caper dont wanna see you make no money then take ya gotta figure out how to get what you got cause haters be the same niggas on the spot Chorus Verse 2: Master P How do hatin get started? It 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 aint hard to get You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix I heard you spreading rumors Im really not impressed I tell you only one time with my scrilla fool dont mess Verse 3: Fiend I only get with a few cause these bitch made niggas is actors see I dont had to many gun-ins, run-ins with these ass backwards non-packers I'm strapped like P or C they ask for me capture me but im going out with a blast I put that on some cash I'm standing last for some ass yall young crazed punks are trippin dont hate me nigga just go ahead and credit my ?? I'm admitting that I'm not only on the thwat but I know i got stopped on tha ?? and its understood that I'm not one of the best niggas that ever lived but I got some advice to give and that is Chorus Verse 4: Silkk I wonder why they hatin for? Probably cause we got G's, mad cause we makin moves, cause we got keys But really I cant fade them Cause truly you need haters up on you to know you'se a motherfuckin playa I know yall gonna kill me in a matter of lies I got friend that will turn to enemies in a matter of time I know most of my niggas can feel me when I say TRU niggas will never try to kill me But keep my eyes up on my enemies I gotta watch my friends like when I'm sittin on top or ridin in a benz Why dont yall go out yall's ass up and get something dont worry about how i got mines always tryin to point a finger and say thats not mine. and kill me it kills me its digusting cause I got a few G's they try to rob me but they know they wont touch me smile in your face and talk shit behind your back but I just cant call it or catch but i still got G's and Im still ballin Chorus till fade (Master P) wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer Wassup Underwood California we cant lose wassup to all my boys in Richmond all my boys in the Caliope all my boys locked down in jail this Master P No Limit Records (Wassup Big Boz) DaLastDon (Wassup Mean Green) We Cant Be Stopped I mean you player haters cant stop real TRU playas even though you still hate you cant stop playas (Beats by the Pound) Wassup to all the players out there in New Orleansas (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