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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,598
Peak in subgenre #863
Author
Jiggidy
Rights
Jiggidy 2004
Uploaded
May 08, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:51
Lyrics
[Chorus]
Playa Hata, Playa Hata
[Verse 1]
Yo tell me why you wanna hate on me for
I'm winnin you betta check the mo fuggin score
I dont give a fuck about you or your click
All that whinin got you soundin like a lil bitch
Stop all the talkin and get ya game right
I'm high in the sky and you can neva reach my height
Dont be hatin man I dont know why you bitin
And dissin this shit that I be writin
I just came here to enlighten these hatas with my recitin
So test me if you wanna fight me
But I'm not to be taken lightly
I'm here to stay and aint no goin away
I dont need bullets I use verbal gunspray
So get out my way when I come through
Cuz there aint no way you gon stop me fool
I kick wicked shit that breaks all the rules
I'll diss ya more times than 50 does Ja Tool
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Everybody so quick to mo fuggin hate
Too high off that bullshit to get they story straight
Rappers sellin they souls to get a piece of the cake
I'm sick of seein this shit everytime that I wake
Nobodys real anymore everybody turned fake
Too concerned about cars and the money they make
Life is about choices and the chances you take
So I'm gon take a chance and make my advance
Gettin rid of any hatas tryin to fuck up my stance
Cuz I aint gonna let no mo fugga pull me down
You betta recognize that I dont fuck around
I stay tru to everything that I do
Thats been a rule ever since fuckin high school
Cant come up in here with no weak ass shit
I got that hot shit everytime that I spit
And I dont take no shit from a punk ass bitch
[Chorus (x2)]
[Verse 3]
How come in everything I do I gotta be judged
I handle my beef yo I dont hold a grudge
I'm sick of the talkin cuz I done heard enough
You still standin there though tryin to look all tough
You a fake ass gangsta and I'm callin yo bluff
Take the easy way out you dont wanna make it rough
I can see it in yo eyes you scared I know
You betta stop the hatin before yo body ends up in a hole
Do I consider myself a gangsta? Hell no
But I dont let anyone try to punk me though
I'm ready to fuck up what these hatas had planned
Sink em all fast like they was standin in quick sand
You betta bring ya boys cuz ya gon need a hand
I'm the real deal and you just an off brand
So I hit ya with the bass and I hit ya with the treble
Its gon be a long time before you reach my level
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
How come all the kids now wanna be thugs
And how come all the kids now depend on drugs
I say be who you are and love who you be
Cuz bein fake leads to hate ya see
Everbodys on this earth for a mo fuggin reason
And hatas always find theyself dressed for the wrong season
Comin with yo weak ass shit I cannot be beaten
Even the coldest places my lyrics can heaten
So just take a seat sit back and listen
To my lyrics to these hatas that I am spittin
Like that chronic weed my lyrics are just hittin
Harder than any gun loaded up with ammunition
Hatas do a lotta talkin but most of it just bitchin
I know my shits hot so who are yall kiddin
An end to all this hatin is what I envision
On top of my game is where I'm finishin
[Chorus]
