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Intro
It's A Nitti Beat... Hey
Hey dats my boo 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 Ghetto Ville, 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 Hating For Nothing, Cuz I'ma Get Money regardless,
You Trying 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 Going 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),
Fucked The Broad That He Wanted (Now I Got Em Hatin),
His Paper Game Ain't Been Right Lately (Got Em Hatin),
My Jewellery Game Amazin (Now I Got Em Hatin).
I'm In The Donk on Sixes And Stay (Got Em Hatin),
Fucked 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 Dreaming 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, Got Grip,
I Can Merc You When I Wanna, Cuz I Got Clips,
30-Round Extended .380 On The Hip.
Heard You Was Crying 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 Soft As Shit,
Now You Walking 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 Feel,
If You Know Like I Know, Lil Homey, Better Chill,
Or You Gon' Have Them Bushes Moving In Frontcha Crib.
Chorus
Verse 3
Some Want to See Me Broke, Some Want to See Me In The Feds,
The Haters Hate You When You Living, 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'm 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 Thugging, You Won't Understand The Thug Life.
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