Playa Hate'n

Chorus: {Tec-9}

Why is everybody player hate' me

I guess it cuz, I''m ballin' in that U.P.T.

It's the incredible, un-takeable T-E-C and

A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me

Why is everybody player hate' me

I guess it cuz, I''m ballin' in that U.P.T.

It's the incredible, un-takeable T-E-C and

A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me

Verse One: {Tec-9}

I be the rock-rowler nigga you be the puppy

Hittin' at'cha, spittin' at'cha nigga

You better not let me catch'cha

Now who slipped and left the fuckin' gate's open

I'm on the outside waitin' scopin' out opportunity's

To make a motherfuckin' million is this industry and

I know you recognize I'm threatin' to shut 'em down

Strike 'em down like lightin' it's quite excitin'

To be the player that I be once again call me

The capital T-E-C pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga

Rollin' Opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga

Don't knock me, just watch me, as I rise to the top

Black Connection nigga, and I be slangin' all night

Sleepin' all day, can't figure out how I turned out that way

I hang around slanger's gang banger's rapper's and kidnapper's

Now why is everybody playa hate' me

Ski mask's passin' me by so why should I try

If I'm not strapped with my automatic AK

Anyway, I'm a spray when I hit the corner

Chorus

Verse Two: {Tec-9}

Got four across the top, nigga all gold's

Ya see, bitches come a fuckin' dime a dozen

They see me chillin' with the wife, and

Start the trouble, but on the double

I'll bust a bubble, break a neck, chin check

To get respect, like that y'all

Yeah, I'm rollin' by kind of high in a

Candy Shaw, got connects with the mob

Bill's payed up front, Black Connection's

Givin' a party you got's to bring yo own blunt

I wonder if I'm a last to the end of time

Or will my face end up on tee shirt's

My family cryin' with all this playa hate' goin'

On in this world today, who's real who's not

Nobody's safe to say, I see some nigga's

Who claim to be down, but ain't really down

Cuz when you down, them motherfucker's stop comin' around

So I'm a stick to the G-Code,

don't change the nigga's that you came up with

Them the real nigga's,

the bigger nigga's that you hang with and slang with

Try'na find a way to come up on a few key's

Try'na find a way to come up on a few gee's

Chorus: {Tec-9}

Why is everybody player hate' me

I guess it cuz, I''m ballin' in that U.P.T.

It's the incredible, un-takeable T-E-C and

A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me

Verse Three: {Tec-9}

Got a back yard full of nigga's screamin'

Let me go, but I don't think so