Got 'Em Hatin'

(Intro:)

It's A Nitti Beat... Hey

Hey dats my boo Plies, Wassup? They Said You Got It On Lock Down There My Nigga, Hey

They Said You Gettin Bout 20 Stacks A Mothaf**kin Show, Right?

This Yo First Album, (Wow), You F**kin Wit Yo Boy Nitti Right? (That's Right)

Cuz We're Live Again, From Ghettoville, Usa That Is, Yo Plies, You Ready?

(Verse 1:)

Seven Days A Week, A Full Time balla

A Thug And A Goon, Whatever You Wanna Call It

You Hatin For Nothin, Cuz I'ma Get Money regardless

You Tryin To Catch Lil Mama, I Already Done Caught Her

You Want The 26s, Huh, I Already Done Bought Em

You Can't Do What I Do And That's Part Of The Problem

I Got The Haters Goin Crazy I Ain't Trying To Stop Em

You Want The Streets, Huh Dog, I Already Done Locked Em

You Love Blue Diamonds, Already Done Copped Em

You Always Talk About K's, But Ain't Never Shot Em

I'm Certified And Real, Lil Homey You A Flawer

You A Full-Blown Hater, That's What I Call Em

(Chorus:)

I'm In The Donk On Sixes And Stay (Got Em Hatin)

F**ked The Broad That He Wanted (Now I Got Em Hatin)

His Paper Game Ain't Been Right Lately (Got Em Hatin)

My Jewelery Game Amazin (Now I Got Em Hatin)

I'm In The Donk on Sixes And Stay (Got Em Hatin)

F**ked The Broad That He Wanted (Now I Got Em Hatin)

His Paper Game Ain't Been Right Lately (Got Em Hatin)

You Ain't Doin Somethin Right If You Ain't (Got Em Hatin)

(Verse 2:)

I'm The Man In My City, You Just Live Here

You Just Got In The Streets, I've Been Out Chea

You Still Dreamin About It, I Did It In A Year

You A Pussy So I Know You Hate Me Off The Rip

You Can't Move How I Move, You Ain't Got Chips

I Can Blow It And Don't Miss It, Got Grip

I Can Merc You When I Wanna, Cuz I Got Clips

30-Round Extended .380 On The Hip

Heard You Was Cryin When You Was Locked Up, You A Trip

I Know The Goons That Robbed You, You Ain't Done Shit

You The One That Told, You The One Soft As Shit

Now You Walkin Round Like You Had Closed Lips

In The Back Of Yo Mind You Wish Plies Wadn't Real

Ain't Never Been A Hater, I Don't Know How It Feel

If You Know Like I Know, Lil Homey, Better Chill

Or You Gon' Have Them Bushes Movin In Frontcha Crib

(Chorus)

(Verse 3:)

Some Wanna See Me Broke, Some Wanna See Me In The Feds

The Haters Hate You When You Livin, Love You When You're Dead

He Just A Bad Rapper, He Ain't Blew Yet

The Streets Don't Feel Him, I Ain't Have To Go Through That

I'm On Fire In The Streets, Just Got My Feet Wet

And You Don't Think I'ma Sell A Mil', Then Take The Bet

I'm Just One Of Few Who Ain't Went Commercial Yet

I Want You To See Me Dats Why I Got The Top Back

You Got No Choice To Talk About Me, Look How I Act

And Why Plies So Wired If He Got Stacks

He Got A Hundred Goons Around Him When He Rock His Ice

If You Ain't Thuggin, You Won't Understand The Thug Life

(Chorus: To Fade)