Guerilla Maab - Hatin My Song lyrics

S.L.A.B. beating down your block Your little mama's on my jock She put my c.d. on Jealous n***as started hating my song [Trae] Everyday I made with black gun on A n***a be plexing, living on my day Coming up out of the corner with a 4-4 And a mouth piece, trying to get rich If you thinking you better than us Half of you cats don't be f**ing with us It'd be best to be sticking on hunts Before that glock 4 ready to bust Lil' Trae the young gun Keeping these fake n***as on the run We just hooked up with the young gun All work no play ain't no time for fun We some of the best at what we do Respect the game, and the game respect you You gotta crawl, before you learn how to walk For real, its all about paying dues You gotta make that change, get on your grind And stack your change, get the f** out of my mix Talking down on my name, to a b**h for fame I'm telling you like it is, when I'm spitting my sh** They be liking this, all the hoes on the block They be rocking this, like keeping a n***a the host Steady jocking to this, so none of you hatas can stop this [Hook x2] [Z-Ro] Jealous a** n***as started hating my song Your b**h ain't never met me, but my music puts her in the zone Z-Ro Vs. the World, and King of Da Ghetto She cuts the music up on max, and go to wiggly like jello b**h a** boy, press and eject and chuck in my c.d. But she ain't mad, cause she know she can come and get one from me n***as be talking down on me, the hoes trying to get some bed play Must think I'm a pretender, ain't nothing pretend about this rent rate Sometimes I pull up on a block, on the other side of town n***as be mugging when I slide by, but they don't ever make a sound Until they get with hoes (cover blown), hater you been spotted I was a hoe before you get your woman, told y'all about it [Hook x2] [Dougie D] Well look here, I already peeped the hater-ation But that's suspect, from these be on the square minded Mentality having a**es, son of a b**h don't lie to me Hey now diggers don't bother me, you one of them same Motherf**ers that be in the club, talking bout you in my Ferrari Trying to get in free, n***a with a paid I dues Ain't nobody fin to gangsta you, gotta get up, get out and go get it Get off you a**, and handle all of your business I'ma ride for the chedda, I'ma slide for the chedda, get down for the chedda Constantly we gon mob for the chedda, gripping the rounds I know time fin to let us, Dougie D, Trae and the S.L.A.B. family Fin to wreck up to you hoes, like you need Sipping you motherf**ers is what you need Some of you motherf**ers'll hate on me Smile in my face, talk down behind my back But that's all good, cause I know where your nuts at I'm gon scoop your gal, and f** her off this track How you brothers gon hate now