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