Gotta Love Em

[Intro] ...For Those That Doubted [Hook] When you see us in the club Bet we gonna ball When you see us with your girl Bet your gonna stall Sometimes it's so gangsta We don't even talk Man, I got so many hataz That I Gotta Love'em all [Verse 1] Treat em right unless they wanting to fight, I dip out on them hoes to show em I'm too nice I don't finish last I just finish and laugh, then I kick back like Vick and McNabb I Keep cash like a wallet or stash, man unless I'm buying, I be ballin too fast So hataz can't see it, feds can't cease it Man I know they style they be tripping every season Being by myself I'm quiet on my throne, if they tell me goto hell I'm not going alone Look, look...just let me finish this poem I'll be the devil in the flesh but I'm God on this song So carry on blessings to Chamillion Get the party started , hey ladies. trees or a thong Take em off we ain't soft and we ain't Square But your Final Fantasy it doesn't have to end there [Hook] [Verse 2] Love'em all, like I'm suppose to mane, I read the bible myself you don't have to explain Code red them hataz sayin' in they head, cause see us saying grace and about to break bread Master Chief, hows the beach? Shouts to P.C I'm still crunk, still rappin', still killing beats I'm still MAK, no need to laylow, God got our back so you know its Duk Low (Duk Low) Keep the blunt, hit it longer if you want Cause I'm still turning up, competition ain't enough They need me, they need skills with some love Like I give the club, I'm a Certified plug And I'm a genius, even off of Rap Genius Make money in my mind, you can't act like you don't see it Yo boo see, so she tryna Wipe Me Down Salute to Pimp C and Lil Phat, and M-Town [Hook]