Chorus:
Why is everybody hate'n me I guess it 'cause, ballin' in that u.p.t. the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and A lot of you nigga's be like me Why is everybody player me I guess it 'cause, ballin' in that u.p.t. the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and A lot of you wanna be like me
one: {tec-9}
I be the nigga you be the puppy Hittin' at'cha, at'cha nigga You better not let me Now who slipped and left the fuckin' gate's I'm on the outside waitin' scopin' out To make a motherfuckin' million is industry and I know you recognize I'm threatin' to 'em down 'em down like lightin' it's quite excitin' To be the player I be once again call me The t-e-c pimpin' hoes tighter then a nigga Rollin' opitomes, so won't ya holla if ya see me 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 gang banger's rapper's and kidnapper's Now why is playa hate'n me Ski mask's passin' me by so why I try If I'm not strapped my automatic ak Anyway, I'm a spray when I hit the
Verse {tec-9}
Got across the top, nigga all gold's Ya see, bitches come a fuckin' dime a see me chillin' with the wife, and Start the trouble, but on the I'll bust a bubble, a neck, chin check To get respect, like that Yeah, I'm rollin' by of high in a shaw, got connects with the mob Bill's payed up front, black 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 this playa hate'n On in world today, who's real who's not Nobody's safe to say, I see some Who claim to be down, but ain't 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 bigger nigga's that you hang with and slang Try'na a way to come up on a few key's find 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. the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and A lot of you wanna be like me
Verse three:
Got a back yard of nigga's screamin' Let me go, but I don't 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' me you think I'm all that, but I'm just hustlin' Comin' up in the game, fillin' up my cocaine I fuck with nigga's we live, you die I often of straight makin' it You to be about them dollar's ain't no fakin' it Break out the bacon soda, out the cola Whip it for a hour, bring it back like a time for distribution, fuckin' confusion Closin' my competition down Yo look for me, or you get down Ain't no goin' down my is straight rude When I was lookin' out for us, you was out for you My are around me, and in my face They got my crossed out and locked down in place But I'll be back and down for an 187, it the job done I brought my mock-11, fully automatic Prepare to static, rat-a-tatta Won't y'all look at all these nigga's Before I let the bullet's go, I watch the nigga To his knee's and cry like a hoe ass nigga}
{tec-9
Spit my all around and y'all sang my shit Say yella, them fool's wasn't ready for huh Yeah, I'm ballin' in that u.p.t. out with that shit It's the incredible, t-e-c and A lot of you nigga's be like me Spit my rhymes all and y'all sang my shit Spit my rhymes all and y'all sang my shit Switch my rhymes all around and say that Now why is playa hate'n me I guess it I'm ballin' in that u.p.t. It's the incredible, t-e-c and A lot of you nigga's be like me Why's everybody hate'n me