Chorus:
Why is player hate'n me I guess it 'cause, i''m ballin' in u.p.t. It's the incredible, un-takeable and A lot of you nigga's wanna be me Why is player hate'n me I guess it 'cause, i''m ballin' in u.p.t. It's the incredible, t-e-c and A lot of you nigga's be like me
one: {tec-9}
I be the rock-rowler nigga you be the Hittin' at'cha, spittin' nigga You not let me catch'cha Now who and left the fuckin' gate's open I'm on the outside waitin' out opportunity's To a motherfuckin' million is this industry and I know you recognize I'm threatin' to shut 'em Strike 'em down lightin' it's quite excitin' To be the player that I be once call me The capital t-e-c pimpin' hoes then a nigga opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me nigga Don't knock me, just me, as I rise to the top Black nigga, and I be slangin' all night Sleepin' all day, can't out how I turned out that way I hang around slanger's gang rapper's and kidnapper's Now why is everybody playa me Ski mask's me by so why should I try If I'm not with my automatic ak Anyway, I'm a spray I hit the corner
Verse two:
Got four across the top, nigga all Ya see, bitches come a fuckin' dime a They see me chillin' the wife, and the trouble, but on the double I'll a bubble, break a neck, chin check To get respect, that y'all Yeah, I'm by kind of high in a Candy shaw, got connects the mob Bill's up front, black connection's a party you got's to bring yo own blunt I wonder if I'm a to the end of time Or my face end up on tee shirt's My family with all this playa hate'n goin' On in this world today, real who's not Nobody's safe to say, I see some Who claim to be down, but ain't really when you down, them motherfucker's stop comin' around So I'm a to the g-code, Don't the nigga's that you came up with the real nigga's, The bigger nigga's that you with and slang with find a way to come up on a few key's Try'na a way to come up on a few gee's
Chorus:
Why is player hate'n me I guess it 'cause, i''m in that u.p.t. It's the incredible, un-takeable and A lot of you wanna be like me
Verse {tec-9}
Got a yard full of nigga's screamin' Let me go, but I think so Because you I'm the bounty hunter, hunter comin' to get'cha, The shit I be carryin' straight up split'cha I propolize the situation keep on me you think I'm all that, but I'm just hustlin' Comin' up in the game, fillin' up my cocaine I fuck with real we live, you die I often of straight makin' it You got's to be them dollar's ain't no fakin' it Break out the soda, break out the cola Whip it for a hour, it back like a boulder time for distribution, fuckin' confusion Closin' my competition shop Yo for me, or you get struck down Ain't no goin' my attitude is straight rude When I was out for us, you was lookin' out for you My are around me, and in my face They got my crossed out and locked in that place But I'll be and down for an 187, it get's the job done I brought my mock-11, fully automatic Prepare to handle static, y'all look at all these nigga's scatter Before I let the bullet's go, I the nigga break To his knee's and cry just a hoe {bitch ass
{tec-9
Spit my all around and y'all sang my shit Say yella, them fool's wasn't ready for huh Yeah, 'cause I'm in that u.p.t. Ride out with shit the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and A lot of you nigga's wanna be me Spit my rhymes all around and y'all my shit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit Switch my rhymes all around and say shit Now why is everybody playa me I guess it 'cause I'm in that u.p.t. It's the incredible, t-e-c and A lot of you wanna be like me Why's playa hate'n me