Man, that show was live, and them motherfuckers, they was lovin' us, man.
Why is that, man?
Hey, they can't fuck with this shit, though.
Get low.
Check the sickness, forget this game that you're missin'.
So I understand you had a plan to rip up potential.
Players in the game without no shame to fall.
Me realize, damn surprised that you tried to solve me.
I backed up off you.
I seen you comin'.
Doin' 100, I'm a runnin'.
So now I'm gunnin'.
If you try to play them players, nigga, then you gettin' played.
Keepin' my game tight, so short, like a razor blade.
Afraid of who?
Is what you ask me?
Just because you got your Mac -10, ready to blast me?
And pass me up as if you didn't know.
Reppers didn't get low.
Hey, nigga, hit the floor.
Sideways through the cut with the gold and spin it.
Suckers jealous cause they know the P is deep up in it.
On my way to field mode, it's CJT.
We ain't set trippin'.
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 quick to fuckin' give you a jab.
And all the while, they ready to fuckin' do your jab.
Then if you don't understand, don't test me.
Cause Defeat ain't livin' fuckin' that beat.
I leave some motherfuckin' flowers at your grave site.
And make love to your bitch almost every night.
Caught you slippin' and you die like a perpetrator.
In your tombstone, Cherie.
Player hater.
I ain't sayin' no names.
It's a lot of player haters.
Ain't true to the game.
Player haters in your face wanna talk and laugh.
Same fool in the hood with a ski mask.
Don't move.
Don't buzz.
Caught you slippin' so they goin' for your dividends.
Out to put you on your back as they get your scratch.
Cause they know a nigga like you is livin' fat.
And as you stroll and unfold, cause life is cold.
That life in the ghetto ain't no joke.
And sometime you die and escape a certain dope.
Do you wanna ride to the city?
Do you wanna sigh to this?
It's the young baby boy comin' with that fly.
Your shit get you higher than that chronic, that real.
That shit that niggas feel.
Comin' from your shoulders so you're reachin' for your skill.
My neck is a grill.
It's a step away like nothin' happened.
Pick up my mic and in it, nigga, get to rappin'.
Sippin' like Tacoma.
Get on these hoes.
Some vicious.
Not even these player haters can identify my sickness.
You take your witness to a ghetto girl who ran wild and caught myself.
Hit the cuts and came up with legitimate will.
From the previous part of the city by the bay.
Bustin' rhymes, droppin' nines.
Drivin' simply for a payday.
Had his best to make way.
Before I break him down with the OG Russ' shicker.
When this shit dope, don't tickle.
I sure ain't fickle and I ain't no buster.
You player hater niggas better stay away from a real hustler.
And it's like that for the 9 -4, nigga.
And it's like that.
And you player hater niggas don't like that.
And it's like that.
And it's like that.
And you player hater niggas don't like that.
I ain't sayin' no names.
It's a lot of player haters ain't true to the game.
I ain't sayin' no names.
It's a lot of player haters ain't true to the game.
I don't want shit.
Put a nigga back on his back.
Yeah.
Yeah, put an R4 season, man.
That's how we doing this shit, man, from the east to the west, man.
We gonna take a test, man, and put you motherfuckers on a vest, nigga.
Because you know what I'm saying?
It's this motherfucking Frisco shit and this Richmond shit, man.
You know what I'm saying?
We done hooked up, man, and put this shit together kind of thickly.
You know?
Yeah.
Yeah.
My boy Master Pete, man, finna take it to another level on you fools, man.
And we gonna do this.
And it's like that, and it's like that.
I know you player hating niggas, don't like that.
And it's like that, and it's like that.
I know you player hating niggas don't like that.
I know you player hating niggas don't like that.
And it's like that, and it's like that.
I know you player hating niggas don't like that, nigga.
