Stop Hatin Master P (Ft. Fiend, Mo B. Dick, O'Dell & Silkk the Shocker)

[Chorus: Master P]
Look at all these haters, surroundin' me every day
Hatin' on a baller, but they can't stop my pay
Stop all this hatin', I can't take it no more
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours, so what you hatin' for

[Verse 1: Master P]
Pop the locks on the Benz, steal his keys
Too high to see his own enemies
Seen his baby mama -tears with a short skirt
His last ride was in a car, I mean a black hearse
His friend took his life for the mighty dollar
Then ran through the alley must've been a coward
No more gettin 'em up, like in the old days
Homies squab with Mack 10s and AKs
That's why I roll by myself I mean my lonely
'Cause haters be all up on me
Tryna sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese
And the same niggas wanna blow on your weed
Set you up for a caper
Don't wanna see you make no money, then take ya
And try to figure out how to get what you got
'Cause haters be the same niggas on your spot

[Chorus: Master P]
Look at all these haters, surroundin' me every day
Hatin' on a baller, but they can't stop my pay
Stop all the hatin', I can't take it no more
I'm just tryna get mine, you best get yours, so what you hatin' for