Don't Hate the Playa

[Intro: Too $hort/Ice-T] TS: Yeah, man, we just sitting back, chilling Bunch of players listening to the seventh deadly sin Short dawg is doing his thing with my nigga Ice-T Don't fake the funk I: Ice-T baby, this goes out to all you haters out there Actin' like a brother done did somethin' wrong Cause he got his game tight Don't hate the player, hate the game [Hook: Ice-T] Don't hate the player, hate the game Niggas, sharpen your aim Every baller on the streets is searching fortune and fame Some come up, some get done up, except the twist If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk [Verse 1: Ice-T] Sometimes I get illy, cock back the nine-milli I choose not to bust, smack your punk-ass silly Just bought a crib, it cost two-point-five milli Swimming pool in my livin' room, I guess I'mma willy I don't get high, so I don't split the phillies Niggas say they gonna kill me and I say: "Oh really?" Hit my Kawazakie I pull off on a willy This is straight-lace pimpin', I know you hoes feel me I come through - make your whole club petrol You might as well let go, I blast, make the whole cub echo You don't really wannna test an L.A. vet though Most of my crews' on Death Row - the real Quick with the trigger, nice with the steel Step into the kill zone caps get peeled You whack, you looking for a record deal Bow down, on second thought punk bitch kneel [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Ice-T] Don't hate, cause my game's much tighter than yours My girls, finer than yours, my jewels shine, brighter than yours You look me dead in my face Then you act like you don't see me You wanna be me, you hate my motherfucking guts Licking nuts - what's the deal? It's a level playing field My game's against yours, hustling wars Roll the dice, risk your motherfucking life Bank rolls and low hoes, anything goes Ridin' rolls in a week, clap a nigga who speaks I'm suceedin', in tryin' to keep from bleedin' in the lane Crystal Meth, F.C.C., and crack, cocaine Got a nigga tryin' to figure out the best route I got cops in my rear view, too, but I'll shoot Every bitch I meet is fucking up to something Take a nigga to the crib lay him down and start dumping Gat pumping, they'll kill your ass for a G Hate the game, motherfucker, don't hate me [Hook] [Verse 3: Ice-T] Yo, my name will sell better than rap like the Acropolis Suckers might as well step back, there ain't no stoppin' this Whack magazines who tried and tried to toppen this I still got more Lexus and gators on my shopping list Make a fist, take your best shot, bet you drop it kid Hit more licks than you, and never caught a bid Make the whole world go crazy, they said about the pig Bald-headed hoes step back; bitch, go and cop a wig When I do a show, best believe it drop Every night I got my straps, best believe they cocked Some bitch talks crazy, then that bitch gets socked If a man steps up, then he too gets dropped Fuck the cops, I'm still folding fat knots Catch me on the weekend, floating my yacht Say, "Ice, kick some game," and I'll teach you a lot Knock your bitch no matter how hard your block [Hook x2] [Outro: Ice-T] I don't know why a player wanna hate T I didn't choose the game, the game chose me