Player Haters

[Intro: Various]
Once again we in this bitch 5150 (51 motherfucka) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, BITCH!)
Yeah this time we got M.O.B. in this bitch, they 'bouta help us bomb this shit (Bomb this shit) (Bomb in this bitch YO!)
You know what I'm saying, we got this beat, this sample from this (Yo, yo, YOU GON' DIE BITCH!)
His motherfucking name....eh his name....."Gangster Nip"
Yeah and we 'bout to, he
The beat fresh but the motherfucker ain't rock it right so we 'bout to rock it right
With a little help from M.O.B., you know what I'm sayin', run that shit (Bitch)
Insane motherfucka (Insane)
Yeah it don't stop, yeah Bugz up here, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You gon' die, (Insane shit bitch)
21 niggas gon' die tonight, where the [?] at? Where the [?] at
[?]

[Verse 1: Day Day]
Living life on the the line in my caprices with deep lines
Hell yeah I got a nickle from pounds, nickles and dimes
Its rocking just to happen right now but I hope it shine
[?] tryna get mine
[?] with my nigga Locc Dogg
We floss hard, quick to pull your whole car. holding numbers [?]
[Hiding under the description?] of a fire
[?] to clip one in the chamber, a threat just deciding [?]
Heron' slanger, I used to be, [?] niggas
When the money leave that shit, these niggas flossing hard [?]
Made me sick to my stomach, when the bullet came to do me
Get your paper set for life bitch you'll be forever hungry

[Verse 2: Locc Dogg & Bugz]
Everybody wanna come around this bitch and player hate (So what?)
Big talking behind my back but then they grin up in my face (Uh huh)
Bitch you [?] these so, I'm making your dogs hit the flo' (Bitch)
Cover your ass with the cash, them hoes too big for them to [sew?]
I'm throwing these black talons at you like some pigskin (Yup)
I'm coming for you haters like so nigga check it in (BOW!)
I'll step back and hit the block, because I'm ready for the fuck
I load the clip up and then I holler "Nigga what's up!"
Ain't no discussion with haters, just sizing my puff
And Shuge don't play the mack, I'm beating raps, that's eating you in the truck
Ain't got the nerve to talk shit, when I know where you lay your heard [?]
Still don't be worry about us, you need to put [?] in Cali

[Chorus x2: Day Day & Bugz]
I'll take 7 blind haters, put 'em in a line
And then 7 more blunts who tryna fuck with mine
But it'll 7 more befo' I pull my nine
And that's 21 murders at the same time

[Verse 3: Shuge]
21 emcees with the nine lemon squeeze
Feel the breeze of these hollow tips dripping through your arteries
Fatality be instant
They step to me and face the consequences, death wishes
That you [?] be senseless but I gotta defend this here
Now the [?] and the boys [?]
When I [?]
When I'm away and I'm shaking like an alcoholic with no beer
[?] with no lock, sweaty and hot
We're dealing with no [?] on the block
[?] hold up nigga stop
This started off as [?] jump out when I claim, nigga
5150 Mentally Insane, more rap
[?] found him yo [?]
So I put out a nine, three pairs of seven [?] to 21
And that's how many fell victim to my motherfucking gun

[Chorus x2: Day Day & Bugz]
I'll take 7 blind haters, put 'em in a line
And then 7 more blunts who tryna fuck with mine
But it'll 7 more befo' I pull my nine
And that's 21 murders at the same time

[Verse 4: Shane Capone & Bugz]
[?] I'm putting them [?] cowards on me
I'm busting shots at you bustas and you fake ass phonies
Your homie holding [?] try to ride tonight
I'll busting two up in that dome if my money ain't right
I keep my bitches loyal in the kitchen, cooking up the product
Got me swerving in this brand new [?] El Dorado
Now you wanna fuck with these Detroit G's, coward please
I'll bring you to your knees with this fucking Glock seventeen
And all this player hatin' shit, I'll be the first to blast
It's 5150 for life, I got they motherfucking back (Yeah yeah)
[?] for this game, out for the money, fuck the fame (Yeah, what?)
Kicking that straight insane shit, to your motherfucking brain bitch, what? (What? Yeah)

[Verse 5: Bugz]
Bugz'll murder you in less than a word or two
Bring the Art Of War to your door call me Sun Tzu
Nigga don't be mad 'cause your broad is a trick
Always dialing 976-need-a-dick (Bitch)
Niggas like you I'm known to smack, stab, and spit on
Kick at, hit on, you hear me bitch? It's still on
Calling through my crib like you're 'bout it with your shouts
Ain't you the same nigga who was crying on his couch
Apologize on site boy If you like your life boy
(Yo Bugz, leave that nigga alone you know he just a etihw boy)
Fuck that, smack him off the wheels and take his bleel
Or bought a royal mope and destroy him with my steal

[Chorus x2: Day Day & Bugz]
I'll take 7 blind haters, put 'em in a line
And then 7 more blunts who tryna fuck with mine
But it'll 7 more befo' I pull my nine
And that's 21 murders at the same time

[Outro: ?]
BITCH!
They fuck y'all thought