Haters & Trators

[Intro]
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
Scrap, bitch, duck—
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch

[Verse 1: So Serious]
See, as a player in this game on your hustle tryna rap
Never put your trust in a nigga when you see crookedness in his eyes
'Cause he'll laugh in your face, then talk behind your back
It ain't no friends in this game, I'm holdin' steady to my Gat
Get your ass off your shoulders, make yo' livin' for yourself
Couldn't tryna start up some shit, knowin' your ass ain't got no help
Player, player, it's whatever
Murderer, murderer, what you gon' do?
Gangster, gangster, where's your squad?
Is you flexin', or you true?
Niggas stretchin' nationwide and they forgettin' where they from
But the world goes round and round
And Memphis gon' drop the bomb
Gimisum on your map, don't get caught up in the trap
By layin' your hatred 'fore So Serious get you smacked at in the mouth
I'll never cross a player if he don't cross me
We can handle this like some gentleman, or do it thug-style, see
It's a cryin' motherfuckin' shame that your roadie can't be trusted
But if my nigga cross me out, it's a whole lotta heads, gon' be busted
I'm trustin' in God and myself, nigga, fuck you immitators
So Serious got you ranged, rest in peace, traitors and haters

[Verse 2: Playa Dre]
Take 'em [?] over for petty shit, done make me wanna snap it
Crossin' over just like gamblin' with your life, and throw in the crap
I can recall when I was tight with this nigga, once before
Now I'm restin' in the spotlight, he playin' the role of a ho
Every time I take a higher step to the top in this industry
I'm traitin' out by a bitch or either fall about some jealousy
Don't envy me, 'cause really you offendin' me and causin' stress
I guess you just determined be my enemy, so dig that
Mizzista Plizzaya Drizze dizzon't fizzade
Black nigga out the South, my occupation on the stage
Raise your hand if you down with the Troopaz from the jump
Like my nigga So Serious said, don't be fakin' or punk
If you do, then check the dictionary to recognize these words
Sig Shooter, the pistol, we got it, and Mossberg
You must can understand, that that traitin' rinse of the killin'
That hate rinse of the peelin', and that TEC gon' hurt your feelings
Nigga, what in the fuck you mean, that we straight but we ain't bumpin'?
Shit, we the one on tape, and you buyin', it tells me somethin'
It must not be important if you can get it off your chest
Just snatch it off like currency what happens to you next
So check yourself before I do, don't make me shoot that Widowmaker
My bullet got a name on, the name is haters and traitors

[Verse 3: So Serious]
It's so many twisted-minded, crooked-faceded niggas in this game
Be a player, not a hater, don't you disrespect the stang
Kinfolk live together, die together, no crosses in your set
Them hood critics make me smile, my timebomb releasin' a slug to they neck
It's bad, when you walkin' out your house, your battlefield
If this world that you live on is full of cross-outs
Niggas hate to see you have thangs
Mane, ain't that a shame? You gotta' keep a player-hater nigga in close range
So Serious steady comin' up, tryna get my ass in
Jealousy never scorin' out, wanna' be my friend
Thus shall help me if my Lord separate the real from the fake
I can't be seen with no cross-outs, for goodness, sake
Straight as hell with these niggas, 'cause I'm livin' with my folk
But now I'm stretchin' nationwide, they gon' damn near choke
Best friends all around, when you livin' on they level
Hate to see you, use your mind, shake the system like Chris Webber
He thinks he all this, and he thinks he all that
Hell yeah, I'm the shit, as long as my pockets fat
Twisted-minded, indulgin', crooked, fakin' niggas
Player hatin and all the traitin-ass bitches, immitators
I'm puttin' you haters in my trunk, bury alive all you traitors

[Verse 4: Playa Dre]
I'ma trooper in the mask, recognize what I represent
High profile, player style, ghost smile what I flex
When I'm aimin' don't be claimin' that we straight, because we ain't
Haters and traitors in disguise, jockin' my dick 'cause I got range
Resurrectin', reappearin' infront of your eyes, takin' your nuts
Play the sucker; you get killed
Play the pussy; you get fucked
Ain't no duckin' when my pistol off a safety, it's to late to try to break, I thought you knew
I said it before, it's Mista Playa Dre
Niggas understand if you down from the jump
Give me love, show me love, or fall a victim to the pump
Crossin' over, eager the police interferin' in my business
'Cause somebody gon' tell the 4-11, so, I'ma subtract the witness
Scratchin' niggas off out my anna' book with anger 'cause they tossin' the South
Sleepin' up in the past, that's the fast way to get knocked off
When I just out grinnin' with the Glizznocks upside your face
Bury them bitches up under they shit, they talkin' and wish to player hate

[Outro]
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
Scrap, bitch, scrap, bitch
(Now I'm full of-now I'm full of—)
(Now I'm full of dope)
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
Scrap, bitch, scrap, bitch
(Now I'm full of dope, now I'm full of dope
Now I'm full of dope, now I'm full of dope)
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
Scrap, bitch, scrap, bitch
(Now I'm full of dope, now I'm full of dope)
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
Scrap, bitch, duck, bitch
(Now I'm full of dope, now I'm full of dope)
(Now I'm full of dope, now I'm full of dope)