(feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Mo B Dick, O'Dell)
[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