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 it's 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 it's like that for the 94 nigga      (repeat 3x)      And it's like that and it's like that   And you player hating niggas don't like that