Chorus:
Why is player hate'n me I it 'cause, i''m ballin' in that u.p.t. It's the incredible, t-e-c and A lot of you wanna be like me Why is everybody player 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
Verse {tec-9}
I be the rock-rowler you be the puppy Hittin' at'cha, spittin' at'cha You better not let me Now who and left the fuckin' gate's open I'm on the outside waitin' out opportunity's To make a motherfuckin' is this industry and I know you recognize I'm to shut 'em down Strike 'em down like lightin' it's excitin' To be the player that I be once call me The capital t-e-c pimpin' tighter then a nigga Rollin' opitomes, so ya holla if ya see me nigga Don't me, just watch me, as I rise to the top connection 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 hate'n me Ski passin' me by so why should I try If I'm not strapped with my ak Anyway, I'm a spray when I hit the
Verse two:
Got four across the top, all gold's Ya see, bitches come a fuckin' dime a They see me with the wife, and the trouble, but on the double I'll bust a bubble, break a neck, chin To get respect, like that Yeah, I'm by kind of high in a shaw, got connects with the mob Bill's payed up front, connection's Givin' a you got's to bring yo own blunt I if I'm a last to the end of time Or my face end up on tee shirt's My family cryin' with all playa hate'n goin' On in this world today, who's real not Nobody's safe to say, I see nigga's Who claim to be down, but really down 'cause when you down, them motherfucker's comin' around So I'm a to the g-code, Don't change the nigga's you came up with Them the nigga's, The nigga's that you hang with and slang with Try'na find a way to come up on a few Try'na a way to come up on a few gee's
Chorus:
Why is everybody 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
Verse three:
Got a back yard of nigga's screamin' Let me go, but I think so you know I'm the bounty hunter, Bounty comin' to get'cha, The shit I be carryin' straight up split'cha I propolize the keep on thuggin' Tellin' me you think I'm all that, but I'm just Comin' up in the game, steady up my cocaine I fuck real nigga's we live, you die I often of straight makin' it You got's to be them dollar's ain't no fakin' it out the bacon soda, break out the cola Whip it for a hour, bring it back a boulder It's time for distribution, fuckin' Closin' my shop down Yo look for me, or you get struck Ain't no goin' my attitude is straight rude When I was lookin' out for us, you was out for you My enemies are around me, and in my got my crossed out and locked down in that place But I'll be back and down for an 187, it the job done Because I brought my mock-11, automatic Prepare to handle static, Won't y'all at all these nigga's scatter Before I let the bullet's go, I watch the break To his and cry just like a hoe ass nigga}
{tec-9
Spit my rhymes all and y'all sang my shit Say yella, fool's wasn't ready for that huh Yeah, I'm ballin' in that u.p.t. Ride out that shit It's the incredible, un-takeable and A lot of you nigga's be like me Spit my all around and y'all sang my shit Spit my rhymes all around and sang my shit Switch my rhymes all around and say that Now why is everybody playa me I it 'cause I'm ballin' in that u.p.t. It's the incredible, t-e-c and A lot of you nigga's wanna be me Why's everybody hate'n me