Look, don't hate the pimp, hate the gang, don't hate the pimp, hate the gang, don't
hate the непotential crisis but the emperor's the nagin', let's
Hate the Pimp, Hate the Gang, Don't hate the pimp, hate the gang,
can't choose from in, can't choose from big, can't choose from big,
can't choose from big, can't choice from big, can't choose from big,
Can't choose from big, then you got haters, Hey y 'all broke,
Crush em' all, you about to pay for, Crush them' all,
you fucking folk, Crush them' all, you brush them
boys off, them boys off, them bitches off them bitt you
The only way to keep my head in the game is for me to stay ahead of the game
I keep a ace in the hole, that's a bitch that's staying on a straw with the bread on her brain
Every nigga know the money making bitch in it in front of me
I'ma keep the enemy up under me, the country we got a nigga seeking big banks
Taking lil' bank from the clutches of the enemy
I'm a nigga who appeals to pack and drink a filthy yak
And roll with a lot of diplomats, who get bread like aristocrats
I got a quick attack, when I ain't have it I was quick to jack
Look nigga, I had to make a change and do a whole lot of major things
Now I got a niche and I learned how to break the game
A cold nigga that can make it rain
Hurt that the race ain't giving to the swift and strong
But to a nigga who can take the pain
I'ma keep my head in the game, got a bone to pick
When niggas thinking they can break the main
I done paid dues to get it on and move with the money so I'm moving with it
I refuse to quit it, I done came too close to stop
And I'ma close the shop, I got a plan, I refuse to quit it
Don't hate the pimp, hate the game, bitch
You're not a game switcher, nigga see that you a lame bitch
You need to go and get a life, get the fuck out of mine
Because I'm fully equipped to bring the pain, bitch
I'm bitches for riches, shoot bottom bitches, fictitious
You wanna be a nigga, grow some nuts and get to some business
Don't hate the pimp, hate the game
Don't hate the pimp, hate the game
Don't hate the pimp, hate the game
Get you some business
Now you got haters? Crush them all
Hey y 'all bro. Brush them all
You got your paypal? Brush them all
You fucking foe, brush them all
You brush them boys up, brush them bitches up
You brush them boys up, you brush them bitches up
Bitch what's up?
Why you mad at me?
Cause I'm doing something and not in your future looks hopeless
You need to get off of your ass and go make some money
You look like a broke bitch, that's what you need to do
Just a little advice from me to you
Get up out of my business, get a life of your own
Get gone or see what the heater do
I really get sick of these broke motherfuckers
Who ain't got no business to get up in mine
If I was to let them get close enough to me
They'd try to be snatching my shit up in time
I'd get up and grind
Put on a fresh pair of diggies and hop in the Chevy bubble
Everyday life is a heavy struggle
Gotta keep making my fatties double
Gotta get that paper right
I'll be up late tonight
And I'm ready for a snack to bite
If I catch him up in the grass
I'ma run up on his ass and take his life
Good thing about haters is they think they hurting
But they really helping me move ahead
Giving me food for the fire increasing
That's how I get for what I would do for bread
You should dread
The consequences for hating
I'll be ripping you to shreds
Get you a job and go handle your business
Don't be like the rest of the fools that fled
You better hush your tone
Fuck your phones
I'm a block crusher
You about to learn to keep my name out of your cock sucker
You about to pay for crushing mine
You fucking foe, crush them all
You brush them boys off
You brush them bitches off
You brush them boys off
You brush them bitches off
You bitch, what's up?
When I told my nigga I'd jump down on the hoe
He said, how you gon' call?
I said, just a bit slow
Get at these motherfuckers that don't grind and just sit broke
Roll around and roll up up in mine
You in a shitload
Never was a sweet lit
But now you getting your shit blow
Part 9, sideline down and it's 6 -4
Put the pistol to his neck
And get a nigga stripped, throwed
Infected, he's a rider
Better find a daddy, bitch, smoke
Bitch, just like the other day
I'm coming away from 54
Puffing on a switch shot
I'm drunker by the pivot, so
Headed to the east side
To kick it with this bitch I know
And if you know I'm reek
You know I keep more than a bitch or drunk
Should've took the Chevy
But the lack could get attention, though
Nigga run up on me
Say, I hate, I gotta get you, folk
Whole town all thanking
I don't have to, gotta kiss that folk
Took his pistol, stripping
Down his pocket check and hit the road
Pimp hate the game
Don't hate
Pimp hate the game
Don't hate
Pimp hate the game
Don't hate
Pimp hate the game
Get you some dibs
Get you some dibs
Get you some dibs
Get you some dibs
Get you some dibs
Get you some dibs
Get you some dibs
Get you some dibs
Well, you got haters
Rush them all
Hey all, bro
Ross them all
You bought some paper
Rush them all
You fucked them four
Rush them all
You rushed them boys out
Them boys out
Bit your top
Bitch, you zom -bo, zom -bo, zom -bitch, you zom -bit, what's up?
