Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Got Em Hatin, artist - Dirty White BoyzDate of issue: 13.09.2009
Song language: English
Got Em Hatin |
| it’s a nitti beat… hey |
| hey plies, wassup? |
| they said you got it on lock down there my nigga, hey |
| they said you gettin bout 20 stacks a mothafuckin show, right? |
| this yo first album, (wow), you fuckin wit yo boy nitti right? |
| (that's right) |
| cuz we’re live again, from ghettoville, usa that is, yo plies, you ready? |
| Seven days a week, a full time balla |
| A thug and a goon, whatever you wanna call it You hatin for nothin, cuz ima get mine irregardless |
| Tryina catch lil momma, i already done caught her |
| Want the 26's huh, i already done bought em You cant do what i do and thats part of the problem |
| I got the haters goin crazy, i aint tryina stop em You want the streets, hot dog, i already done locked em You love blue diamonds, i already done copped em, |
| you always talk about K’s, but ain’t never shot em |
| I’m certified and real, lil homie you a floater |
| You a full-blown hater, thats what I call em Im in a Donk on 6's ayy (got em hatin) |
| fucked the broad that he wanted (now I got him hatin) |
| ain’t been right lately (got em hatin) |
| my jewelery game amazin (now I got em hatin) |
| I’m in a Donk on 6's ayy (got em hatin) |
| fucked the broad that he wanted (now I got him hatin) |
| his pape ain’t been right lately (got em hatin) |
| you ain’t doin somethin right if you ain’t (got em hatin) |
| I’m the man in my city, you just live here, |
| you just got in the streets, Ive been out chere |
| 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, i 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 sunk the ship |
| now you walkin round like you had closed lips |
| In the back of yo mind you wish Plies wasn’t real |
| ain’t never been a hater, I don’t know how it feels |
| if you know like I know, lil homie, better chill |
| or you gon’have them bushes movin in frontcha crib |
| 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 mad 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 mill, just take the bet |
| I’m just one of few who ain’t went commercial yet |
| I want you to see me when I got the top back |
| you got no choice to talk about me, look how I act |
| and why plies so wild if he got stife |
| he got a hundred goons around him when he rock his ice |
| if you ain’t thuggin, you wont understand the thug life |