[Intro]
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it's a nitti beat... hey
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hey plies, wassup? they said you got it on lock down there my nigga, hey
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they said you gettin bout 20 stacks a mothafuckin show, right?
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this yo first album, (wow), you fuckin wit yo boy nitti right? (that's right)
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cuz we're live again, from ghettoville, usa that is, yo plies, you ready?
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[Verse 1]
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Seven days a week,a full time balla
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A thug and a goon,whatever you wanna call it
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You hatin for nothin, cuz ima get mine irregardless
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Tryina catch lil momma,i already done caught her
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Want the 26's huh,i already done bought em
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You cant do what i do and thats part of the problem
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I got the haters goin crazy,i aint tryina stop em
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You want the streets,hot dog,i already done locked em
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You love blue diamonds,i already done copped em,
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you always talk about K's,but ain't never shot em
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I'm certified and real,lil homie you a floater
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You a full-blown hater,thats what I call em
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[Chorus]
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Im in a Donk on 6's ayy (got em hatin)
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fucked the broad that he wanted (now I got him hatin)
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ain't been right lately (got em hatin)
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my jewelery game amazin (now I got em hatin)
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I'm in a Donk on 6's ayy (got em hatin)
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fucked the broad that he wanted (now I got him hatin)
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his pape ain't been right lately (got em hatin)
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you ain't doin somethin right if you ain't (got em hatin)
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[Verse 2]
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I'm the man in my city,you just live here,
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you just got in the streets,Ive been out chere
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you still dreamin about it,I did it in a year
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you a pussy so I know you hate me off the rip
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You can't move how I move,you ain't got chips
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I can blow it and don't miss it,i got grip
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I can merc you when I wanna,cuz I got clips
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30-round extended .380 on the hip
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Heard you was cryin when you was locked up,you a trip
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I know the goons that robbed you,you ain't done shit
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you the one that told,you the one sunk the ship
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now you walkin round like you had closed lips
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In the back of yo mind you wish Plies wasn't real
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ain't never been a hater,I don't know how it feels
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if you know like I know,lil homie,better chill
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or you gon' have them bushes movin in frontcha crib
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Some wanna see me broke,some wanna see me in the feds
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the haters hate you when you livin,love you when you're dead
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he just a mad rapper,he ain't blew yet
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the streets don't feel him,I ain't have to go through that
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I'm on fire in the streets,just got my feet wet
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and you don't think I'ma sell a mill,just take the bet
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I'm just one of few who ain't went commercial yet
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I want you to see me when I got the top back
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you got no choice to talk about me,look how I act
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and why plies so wild if he got stife
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he got a hundred goons around him when he rock his ice
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if you ain't thuggin,you wont understand the thug life
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[Chorus]
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Got 'Em Hatin'
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| Plies |
