Esham - Player Haters lyrics

Artist: Dayton Family f/ Esham Album: F.B.I Song: Player Haters (Car honks) -Girl, bring yo muthaf**in a** on, I ain't got all day! Come on -Muthaf**a, don't be rushin me! Here I come, damn! -(mumbling) -Damn, always playin and sh**, just bring yo muthaf**in a** on. sh**! -(normal) What's up? -sh** -Oh, well what you wanna do today? -n***a, it don't matter as long as you spendin that loot -Oh, ain't nothin wrong with that if I got it, you know what I'm sayin? -Hey, uh, why don't you put this in right quick? -Hmm, what's this? -This that Dayton Family. sh**, n***a, that sh** is tight -What? This bullsh**? Get this sh** out my car! We ain't playin no Dayton Family. Naw, they ain't even happenin -f** you, n***a. You's a muthaf**in playa hater [Shoestring] No playa hatas be at the party cause it's a playa thang So pack yo ?bag it? in that wagon, and make that change I'm f**in yo b**h, she s**in my dick, and it feels good I'm hittin that wood like you should when you leave the hood I'm in yo house, f**in yo b**h, she's lovin this ghetto co*k You slip and slide, I be hittin em with this demon drop You perpetrate me, playa hate me, b**h, I started you I brung you in this b**h, and now he switch, he wasn't true I.D.'s a snitch, who rolled back on that liquor store To the click that snitched on Matt, betta watch yo back cause you got to go Quit shakin my hand and understand that you're my enemy Didn't hang with you then, don't hang with you now, but you pretend to be My f**in n***a, the bigger the body the bigger the hole in fall I'm pullin the trigga on the n***a there's no need to stall So if you run up you'll get gunned up by this quiet n***a Shoestring won't buy it, n***a, so don't you try it n***a Walk in the club ready to buck with any playa hation You catchin a bullet in yo stomach is the situation Knockin out yo wind, I'm so high I see a f**in kite Gotta get yo goods, gotta get yo goods then I'm outta sight Used to be my n***as, but you n***as wanna playa hate me Comin out your ??? is the muthaf**in A-V-E Mo bounce than a woofer, spit mo game than a n***a, sugar Betta ask that hooker, I get snotty as a f**in booger Nosy as blow, cold as snow, in this pimpin game Bustas be lame, got you b**hes fiendin for that cane My sh** is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater No love for hoes, cause they some muthaf**in playa haters Chorus (4X): My sh** is pro and good to go, call me a Dayton rater (Player hated, player hated) [Ghetto E] Playa hation, this is the situation that I'm up against These n***as be hollerin my name, I'm bootin that cane and that's evidence What I done is what you do, you lived off ramp, you wasn't true Now your spittin villians, run around town, and then I f**ed your boo You n***as love playa hatin, s**in dick from state to state Now you wanna snitch on gangstas, b**h, cause you got caught with weight Witness to a murder, you ain't heard, shut yo mouth when a k**a's talkin Got caught with a key, turned F-E-D and now yo a** is walkin Rats want they cheese F-E-Ds had some scent degrees You get demolished, f** your college, b**h, don't f** with G's Quote of the law, but you done saw a ho and cashed a check Wanna send me up, and pen me up like I'm a f**in pet P-L to the A-Y-E-R-H-A-T to the f**in E You said we're done, your family's over, you're blind and we can see The facts of life are that you're jealous of these Dayton fellas No one can trail us, you're rebellious, that's what ya tell us I peeped your game, you're poor and ain't got sh** to do You left a clue, your ho said you ain't like my crew I played you off, now f**in your ho, this week she bout me gators Wearin your suit, my brother's boots so f** you player haters Chorus (4X) [Yo, my n***a ???, n***as be playa hatin with two.] [They gon really playa hate us now, ya'll. Check it out.] [Esham] Man, why these punk a** n***as be player hatin? I be gettin my slang on down on Dayton Me and Shoestring, doin our thing Blunt smoke in back seat, ridin limousine See a been a millionaire since ninety-one Unholy Esham, I'm my mama's son All you rappers out there sayin you in gold But ain't got sh** to show for the records you sold I.D. told me let a ho be a ho n***as hate you got paid, they playa hatin you so f** them n***as, they gon die and nobody'll show At they ho a** funeral, cause only you'll know n***as get paid when they stay true to the game f** them hoes and get the money, steady f**in the fame See me and Ghetto E kinda feel the same All ya'll playa hatin n***as out there no ya'll name And ya'll some playa haters Chorus (4X)