[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)