[Intro:]

Lil boosie bad azz (lil boosie bad azz) 

An I wanna know tonite 

Y dey hatin on me? 

Shh. Ima good nigga believe that 

Lets roll... 



[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin) 

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me) 

Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper) 

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets) 



[Verse:]

Nigga ate at my momma table my daughter called him uncle (she called him uncle) 

I treated him like he was donkey and he told on me 

The judge lookin like he wanna drop a load on me 

My nigga loookin like he wanna break the code on me 

Tell me y they let me ride for a year 

Now they want my 745 until I show for this here 

Nigga tried to sneak me but thats hoe shit 

You aint gonna get no strikes off me lil daddy u betta try sum moe shit 

Now he fuck wit my gurl head 

Da hoes she be round kept puttin her souldja down and she cant focus now (un un un) 

Aint that a shame how they fuck up ya name 

Tell Promoters ya gon cut throat em now ya missin ya change 

Who gon take the pistol charges and everybody convicted 

Been to 5 funerals in 3 months Lord knows that I miss em 

I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done 

You pussy mutha fuckas yall gon hate on my son 



[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin) 

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me) 

Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper) 

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets) 



[Verse:]

From da cradle to the grave Ima always be a hustler 

As long as u 16 they gon always be a buster 

They hated Dr.King they hated when he marched 

They hated Malcolm X and they hated Rosa Parks 

Sometime yo enemy on yo passenger side 

Riding wit cha gettin high 

But u cant believe it 

But u know dat he sneaky 

When I was five my mama looked at her son she said boy 

You gon break hearts cuz you to cute for just one 

I guess its this baby face and rap skills that God blessed me wit 

Got nigga nuts hangin ready to come and test me bitch but look 

You know that say I was dead 

2 shot up in my head 

Sum say I OVed off dat X 

Wat they gon say next? 



[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin) 

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me) 

Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper) 

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets) 



[Verse:]

Now they say me and Weebie beef we on the same team 

We drop hits you nosey bitch we got the same dream 

Alot of niggas playa hate cuz they aint me 

So when they mine they wont hesitate to spank me 

Done seen alot of shit Lord knows I try 

Rumors hurt me inside but Im still showin pride 

Want diggahs like jigga with a brain like dane 

Cant slip like beans cuz i dreams to be da mayne 

But I never change no matter how raw it get 

Im beast mode lil daddy so Im prepared for the rawest shit 

They called me out my name 

They told me I was stuntin 

I told them one day bitch Ima have sum Oprah money 



[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin) 

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me) 

Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper) 

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets) 



[Chorus:]

Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin) 

Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me) 

Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper) 

Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)