[Intro]
Yeah, yeah we handlin' our business
Alright, peace
You know- You know the rules of the game
Player hater
[Verse 1]
You know the type of niggas that piss me off?
Is them niggas that be hopin' my game go soft
I heard never say never, huh, never
Ever will I cease to get clever
Or soft up, I'm just a little bigga
To be frank, point blank, I'm that nigga
Peep game when it's spoken, spit game til I'm chokin'
Over and over like a record that's broken
I'm not jokin', but some would swear I'm playin'
And when lead end up in their ass, they see what I'm sayin'
But some don't see, cause they strut in they flat top
They try to prosecute as if they was Matlock
My game is strong, business strong, money long
And I can't go wrong
So stop plannin' my- downfall and I-
Wish you would quit trippin' over material shit
One thing I hate more than perpetrators
Man I can't stand player haters
[Chorus]
Player haters- Player- Player haters
You know- You know the rules of the game
Now we can settle this like you got some class
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
Player- Player haters
[Verse 2]
Square, why don't you just peep it while I'm poppin'
Or like they say in rap, peep it while I drop it
I can't understand why you persist to put salt on me
When you know I'm comin' up without a doubt, homie
You got a girl but she's cravin' a new season
If she choose me, don't let that hoe be the reason
For you to get upset, get a pet
Cause girls I met they ain't trust brotha yet
And I bet you didn't know she's fuckin' your best friend
Take it from me, don't make your business a mess, man
Don't make it do things you ain't supposed to
Like shakin' your homies, you know, them niggas you close to
Player hater is a label
For those that hate players, why? They ain't able
To talk for theirs, have game to share, money to tear
It ain't a fare to get girls out they underwear
I spit more game than Mack
Cause on the real Rich-town is where the pimps kick back
So playas, play me especially when you're bent
But don't play me out of pocket, I'm not an instrument
Although I got heart in me, no need in harmin' me
My chopper's fully turned and I squeeze it like Charmin, see
I go through more shit than a farmer
So when I grab a mic I'm angry, meanin' I start to harm her
Player hater, I pick a punk to harm
Whether he's in black or a blue uniform
He gets rough, even if I'm handcuffed
He gets rough and tough I'm still talkin' stuff
Yeah take me to your room, punk, interrogate me
Is it because I'm black and gettin' rich why you hate me?
Now you wanna fight, but I ain't dumb
I'll be one hurt nigga, jumped, beaten up
So put me in a cell, hell, I'll post bail
See you later, pig, gonna make some more mail
And get more clothes, more cars, more women though
So gimme a court date, punk, I'm a criminal
One thing I hate more than perpetrators
Man I can't stand player haters
[Chorus]
Player haters- Player- Player haters (Suckas)
You know- You know the rules of the game
Now we can settle this like you got some class
Or we can get into some gangsta shit (Check this out)
Player- Player haters
[Verse 3]
The worst player haters are the ones that know
You got something special in your blood flow
It flows and flows and flows, and they want it
To the niggas that got it, it feel good, don't it?
Some perpetrate like they Big Eddie
Try to pop it on a bitch, but she heard it already
Fakes don't make it in this game of realness
So playas bump this, y'all can only feel this
Game is to be sold, not told, but it's my treat
I'm a kick game to each and every street
Niggas want a war and shit, but I figure
If you funkin' how you gonna get money to get bigger?
Now handlin' business is a different story
But brothas killin' brothas for the mere glory
Stupid motherfucker, you could never harm me
Stop tryin' to collect stripes, this ain't the army
Sauce drops the beats, he knows what the menace use
And I drop pimp shit in ballcaps and tennis shoes
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the players who play this
Four for the ladies, five for the game
Six for the niggas who made this
And you don't stop
Filthy Phil in the house, you don't stop
Young Sauce in the house, you don't stop
M-G in the house, you don't stop
Orwell in the house, you don't stop
Shawny-Shawn in the house, you don't stop
To the niggas in The Rich, you don't quit
Keep pop-pop-poppin' the real shit
[Outro]
Yeah
Pop off mayne
Yeah
I'd like to dedicate this to my niggas in the M
You know what I'm sayin'?
For them knocks, you know what I'm sayin'?
Rio, you know what I'm sayin'?
Young D, all my niggas in The Rich mayne, we players mayne
Niggas is player haters out there, mayne
And they gotta get they act straight, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah it's the 4-1-5 and we gone keep poppin' that real shit though
Yeah
[Chorus]
Player- Player- Player- Player haters
Player- Player haters
You know- You know the rules of the game
Player haters
You know- You know-
You know- You know the rules of the game
Play- Player haters
Player- Player- Player haters
Player- Player- Player haters