Plies - Got 'em Hatin' lyrics

(Intro:) It's A Nitti Beat... Hey Hey dats my boo Plies, Wa**up? They Said You Got It On Lock Down There My n***a, 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 p**y 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 sh**, You The One That Told, You The One Soft As sh**, 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)