Chorus: {tec-9}

Why is everybody player hateÂ’n me
I guess it cuz, iÂ’Â’m ballinÂ’ in that u.p.t.
ItÂ’s the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you niggaÂ’s wanna be like me
Why is everybody player hateÂ’n me
I guess it cuz, iÂ’Â’m ballinÂ’ in that u.p.t.
ItÂ’s the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you niggaÂ’s wanna be like me

Verse one: {tec-9}

I be the rock-rowler nigga you be the puppy
HittinÂ’ atÂ’cha, spittinÂ’ atÂ’cha nigga
You better not let me catchÂ’cha
Now who slipped and left the fuckinÂ’ gateÂ’s open
IÂ’m on the outside waitinÂ’ scopinÂ’ out opportunityÂ’s
To make a motherfuckinÂ’ million is this industry and
I know you recognize IÂ’m threatinÂ’ to shut Â’em down
Strike Â’em down like lightinÂ’ itÂ’s quite excitinÂ’
To be the player that I be once again call me
The capital t-e-c pimpinÂ’ hoes tighter then a nigga
RollinÂ’ opitomes, so wonÂ’t ya holla if ya see me nigga
DonÂ’t knock me, just watch me, as I rise to the top
Black connection nigga, and I be slanginÂ’ all night
SleepinÂ’ all day, canÂ’t figure out how I turned out that way
I hang around slangerÂ’s gang bangerÂ’s rapperÂ’s and kidnapperÂ’s
Now why is everybody playa hateÂ’n me
Ski maskÂ’s passinÂ’ me by so why should I try
If IÂ’m not strapped with my automatic ak
Anyway, IÂ’m a spray when I hit the corner

Chorus

Verse two: {tec-9}

Got four across the top, nigga all goldÂ’s
Ya see, bitches come a fuckinÂ’ dime a dozen
They see me chillinÂ’ with the wife, and
Start the trouble, but on the double
IÂ’ll bust a bubble, break a neck, chin check
To get respect, like that yÂ’all
Yeah, IÂ’m rollinÂ’ by kind of high in a
Candy shaw, got connects with the mob
BillÂ’s payed up front, black connectionÂ’s
GivinÂ’ a party you gotÂ’s to bring yo own blunt
I wonder if IÂ’m a last to the end of time
Or will my face end up on tee shirtÂ’s
My family cryinÂ’ with all this playa hateÂ’n goinÂ’
On in this world today, whoÂ’s real whoÂ’s not
NobodyÂ’s safe to say, I see some niggaÂ’s
Who claim to be down, but ainÂ’t really down
Cuz when you down, them motherfuckerÂ’s stop cominÂ’ around
So IÂ’m a stick to the g-code,
DonÂ’t change the niggaÂ’s that you came up with
Them the real niggaÂ’s,
The bigger niggaÂ’s that you hang with and slang with
TryÂ’na find a way to come up on a few keyÂ’s
TryÂ’na find a way to come up on a few geeÂ’s

Chorus: {tec-9}

Why is everybody player hateÂ’n me
I guess it cuz, iÂ’Â’m ballinÂ’ in that u.p.t.
ItÂ’s the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you niggaÂ’s wanna be like me

Verse three: {tec-9}

Got a back yard full of niggaÂ’s screaminÂ’
Let me go, but I donÂ’t think so
Because you know IÂ’m the bounty hunter,
Bounty hunter cominÂ’ to getÂ’cha,
The shit that I be carryinÂ’ straight up splitÂ’cha
I propolize the situation keep on thugginÂ’
TellinÂ’ me you think IÂ’m all that, but IÂ’m just hustlinÂ’
CominÂ’ up in the game, steady fillinÂ’ up my cocaine
I fuck with real niggaÂ’s we live, you die
I often dream of straight makinÂ’ it
You gotÂ’s to be about them dollarÂ’s ainÂ’t no fakinÂ’ it
Break out the bacon soda, break out the cola
Whip it for a hour, bring it back like a boulder
ItÂ’s time for distribution, fuckinÂ’ confusion
ClosinÂ’ my competition shop down
Yo look for me, or you get struck down
AinÂ’t no goinÂ’ down my attitude is straight rude
When I was lookinÂ’ out for us, you was lookinÂ’ out for you
My enemies are around me, and in my face
They got my crossed out and locked down in that place
But IÂ’ll be back and down for an 187, it getÂ’s the job done
Because I brought my mock-11, fully automatic
Prepare to handle static, rat-a-tatta
WonÂ’t yÂ’all look at all these niggaÂ’s scatter
Before I let the bulletÂ’s go, I watch the nigga break
To his kneeÂ’s and cry just like a hoe
{bitch ass nigga}

Chorus

{tec-9 talkinÂ’}

Spit my rhymes all around and yÂ’all sang my shit
Say yella, them foolÂ’s wasnÂ’t ready for that huh
Yeah, cuz IÂ’m ballinÂ’ in that u.p.t.
Ride out with that shit
ItÂ’s the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you niggaÂ’s wanna be like me
Spit my rhymes all around and yÂ’all sang my shit
Spit my rhymes all around and yÂ’all sang my shit
Switch my rhymes all around and say that shit
Now why is everybody playa hateÂ’n me
I guess it cuz IÂ’m ballinÂ’ in that u.p.t.
ItÂ’s the incredible, un-takeable t-e-c and
A lot of you niggaÂ’s wanna be like me
WhyÂ’s everybody playa hateÂ’n me