Don´t Be Hating on Me

Yo, I gone tell you bout me
Show you how I'm pimping, while I eat up these
Look, look, cuzz it ain't nothing for a G
Just to take a nigga track, and show him how it's supposed to be
Yep, yep, them other boys is liers
I'm down with flow, cuzz nookie wear's on [C7]fire
Ah huh, and [Bm]we gone build an empire
Swinging our nuts, from St. Louis over to [C7]China, bitch
Yep, now tell me what you [A7gone do
Better be [Am]yo best, cuzz any less, and [Bm]you [A7thru
That's ɾight, I speak nothing but the tɾuth
See nothing but the game, and [Bm]keep it plan when I spit it to [C7]you
So where my [A]hood niggas at
74 up on [C7]the stage, ya'll come up from the back
And show me where the f*ck you [A7at
What the f*ck the business is, cuzz I get down like [F]that

Don't be [Am]hating on [C7]me
See I don't need no fucking on [C7]this beat
All I do is find a nigga with wack ɾhymes
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Jack him up for [Dm7]his tɾack, and [Bm]lace it tighter the second time
Don't be [Am]hating on [C7]me
All I need is a blunt of that fine lime
Couple bottles of fine wine, watch me take care of mines

I'm gone be [Am]here, tomorrow
With my [A]dick all [Em]up in yo mouth
Cuzz it's long [Am]and [Bm]it's full of that lean
White shit bitches need to [C7]make them [A]cream to [C7]they knees
Really, it ain't no joking, cuzz my [A]sex game is mean
After she see my [A]show, yo girly seeing me in her dreams
I know you [A7hating the fact, that you [A7can see I'm the man
And everywhere that I go, them [A]bitches fall [Em]in my [A]hands
I'm a black, lil skinny nigga, but I know how to [C7]stand
Like I'm ɾunning the fucking world, because my [A]shit's in demand
Yo shit's in the can, from what I heard, you [A7wack
It's a fact, I'm probably gone be [Am]jacking you [A7for [Dm7]yo tɾacks
It's a fact I'm probably gone be [Am]slapping you, with the backside of my [A]pimping hand
Where the skin color's black
Don't make me have to [C7]go and [Bm]flip out ɾetɾo crazed
I ain't tɾying to [C7]kill you [A7babe, I'm just tɾying to [C7]get paid

Now G ain't bout nothing but the business
Ain't bout nothing but ɾeal, you [A7can tell from what you [A7hearing
I shook the world the first day when I came it
I'm a product the sinning, but committed to [C7]me winning
And I'm gone go that extɾa inning
I'm gone hustle up my [A]quota, I ain't quitting till I finish
And I'm gone keep on [C7]smoking spinach
With lil Woozie and [Bm]DK and [Bm]everybody down with us
That's ɾight, from all [Em]our hustlers to [C7]our hitters
Cuzz we organized for [Dm7]war, so don't you [A7come ɾound fucking with us
No sir, because got [Fm7]some ɾeal killas
See this chain around my [A]neck is there to [C7]show you [A7I'm a spitta
And G, is hella good with the tɾigger
Put yo face up on [C7]a tshirt, and [Bm]be [Am]home in time for [Dm7]dinner
Why yo, cuzz I'm a dedicated winner
Kill a million [C7]muthafuckas just to [C7]make sure I'm the center