Nitti - 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)