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	Current version of Lil' Boosie Lyrics Hatin' (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lil-boosie/hatin/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 1 of Lil' Boosie Lyrics Hatin' (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/l/lil-boosie/hatin/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics
1	This Boosie Bad Azz						[Intro:]	1
2	And I wanna know tonight why they hatin' on me						Lil boosie bad azz (lil boosie bad azz)	2
3	Could a nigga believe it? Let's roll						An I wanna know tonite	3
4							Y dey hatin on me?	4
5	Tell me why they hatin', hatin' on me						Shh. Ima good nigga believe that	5
6	'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets						Lets roll...	6
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7	Nigga ate at my mama table, my daughter called him uncle						[Chorus:]	7
8	I treated him like he was Donkey and he told on me						Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)	8
9	The judge lookin' like he wanna drop a load on me						Hatin                                                 on me (y dey hatin on me)	9
10	My nigga lookin' like he wanna break the code on me						Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper)	10
11							Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)	11
2	Tell me why they let me ride for a year							2
12	Now they want my 7 45 until I show for this here						[Verse:]	12
13	Nigga try to sneak me but that's hoe shit						Nigga ate at my momma table my daughter	13
14	You ain't gon' get no stripes off me, lil' daddy						called him uncle (she called him uncle)	14
15	You better try some mo' shit						I treated him like he was donkey and he told on me	15
16							The judge lookin like he wanna drop a load on me	16
17	Now they fuckin' wit my girl head						My nigga loookin like he wanna break the code on me	17
18	Them hoes she 'round keep puttin' her soldier down						Tell me y they let me ride for a year	18
19	And she can't focus now						Now they want my 745 until I show for this here	19
20	Ain't that a shame how they fuck up yo' name?						Nigga tried to sneak me but thats hoe shit	20
21	Tell promoters you go cut throat 'em now you missin' yo' chain						You aint gonna get no strikes off me lil	21
22							daddy u betta try sum moe shit	22
23	Who gon' take the pistol job? Everybody convict						Now he fuck wit my gurl head	23
24	Been to 5 funerals in 3 months, Lord knows that I miss						Da hoes she be round kept puttin	24
25	I guess when I get old and great and my mission is done						her souldja down              and she cant focus	25
26	You pussy motherfuckers, y'all gon' hate on my son						now (un un un)	26
27							Aint that a shame how they fuck up ya name	27
28	Tell me why they hatin', hatin' on me						Tell Promoters ya gon cut throat em	28
29	'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets						now ya missin ya change	29
30							Who gon take the pistol charges and everybody convicted	30
31	From the cradle to the grave, I'm gon' always be a hustler						Been              to 5 funerals in 3 months Lord knows that I miss em	31
32	As long as you succeed, they gon' always be a buster						I guess when I get old and grey and my mission is done	32
33	They hated Dr. King, they hated when he marched						You pussy mutha fuckas yall gon hate on my son	33
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2							[Chorus:]	2
3							Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)	3
4							Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me)	4
5							Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper)	5
6							Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)	6
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8							[Verse:]	8
9							From da cradle to the grave Ima always be a hustler	9
10							As long as u 16 they gon always be a buster	10
11							They hated Dr.King they hated when he marched	11
	They hated Malcolm X and they hated Rosa Parks						They hated Malcolm X and they hated Rosa Parks
34							Sometime yo enemy on yo passenger side	34
35	Sometimes yo' enemy on yo' passenger side						Riding wit cha gettin high	35
36	Ridin' wit cha, gettin' high						But u cant believe it	36
37	But you can't believe it but you know that he sneakin'						But u                               know dat he sneaky	37
38	When I was 5, my mama looked at her son and told me						When I was five my mama looked at her son she said boy	38
39	“Boy, you gon' break hearts 'cause you too cute for just one”						You gon       break hearts cuz you to cute for just one	39
40							I guess its this baby face and rap	40
41	I guess this baby face and these rap skills that God bless me wit						skills that God blessed me wit	41
42	Got niggas nuts hangin', ready to come and test me, bitch						Got nigga nuts hangin ready to come	42
43	But look, you know they say I was dead, 2 shots up in my head						and test me bitch but look	43
44	Some say I O.D.ed off that X, what they gon' say next?						You know                 that                       say I was dead	44
45							2 shot up in my head	45
46	Tell me why they hatin', hatin' on me						Sum say I OVed off dat X	46
47	'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets						Wat they gon say next?	47
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48	Now they say me and Webbie beef, we on the same team						[Chorus:]	48
49	We drop hits, you nosy bitch, we got the same dream						Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)	49
50	A lotta niggas playa hatin' 'cause they ain't me						Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me)	50
51	So when they mine, they won't hesitate to spank me						Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper)	51
52							Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)	52
4	They seen a lotta shit, Lord knows I try							4
53	Rumors hurt me inside but I'm still showin' pride						[Verse:]	53
54	Want figures like Jigga, with a brain like Dane						Now they say me and Weebie beef we on the same team	54
55	Can't strip beans 'cause I            got dreams to be the man						We drop hits you nosey bitch we got                 the same dream	55
56							Alot of niggas playa hate cuz they aint me	56
57	But I never change, ain't no matter how raw we get						So when they mine they wont hesitate to spank me	57
58	I'm beast mode, lil' daddy, so I'm prepared for the rawest shit						Done seen alot of shit Lord knows I try	58
59	They called me out my name, they told me I was stuntin'						Rumors hurt me inside but Im still showin pride	59
60	Told them one day, bitch, I'm gon' have some Oprah money						Want diggahs like jigga with a brain like dane	60
61							Cant slip like beans cuz i dreams to be da mayne	61
62	Tell me why they hatin', hatin' on me						But I never change no matter how raw it get	62
63	'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets						Im beast mode lil daddy so Im prepared for the rawest shit	63
64	Tell         me why they hatin', hatin' on me						They called me out my name	64
	'Cause I'm tryna get this paper thuggin' in these streets						They told me I was stuntin
12							I told them one day bitch Ima have sum Oprah money	12
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14							[Chorus:]	14
15							Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)	15
16							Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me)	16
17							Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper)	17
18							Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)	18
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20							[Chorus:]	20
21							Tell me y dey hatin (y dey hatin)	21
22							Hatin on me (y dey hatin on me)	22
23							Cuz Im tryna get this paper (cuz im tryna get this paper)	23
24							Thuggin in these streets (thuggin in these streets)	24

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