Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Player Haters lyrics

[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 n***as that piss me off? Is them n***as 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 n***a 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 a**, 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 sh** 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 cla** Or we can get into some gangsta sh** 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 f**in' 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 n***as 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 sh** 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 n***a, 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 (s**as) You know- You know the rules of the game Now we can settle this like you got some cla** Or we can get into some gangsta sh** (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 n***as that got it, it feel good, don't it? Some perpetrate like they Big Eddie Try to pop it on a b**h, 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 n***as want a war and sh**, but I figure If you funkin' how you gonna get money to get bigger? Now handlin' business is a different story But brothas k**in' brothas for the mere glory Stupid motherf**er, 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 n***as in The Rich, you don't quit Keep pop-pop-poppin' the real sh** [Outro] Yeah Pop off mayne Yeah I'd like to dedicate this to my n***as 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 n***as in The Rich mayne, we players mayne n***as 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 sh** 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