Haters Want Me Dead

You gotta be grateful, you need haters
What the fuck is you complaining about?
What the fuck do you think a haters job is?
To fucking hate, so let them muthafuckers do they god damn job
Yeah, guess who muthafuckas
Malow Mac eleven muthafuckas
These muthafuckas want me dead
Wanna catch me slippin'
Put a bullet in my head
These muthafuckas want me gone
Well if it's on then it's on

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
Psycho family, Hi power soldiers on mine
Foos try to smut up my name, stop my shine
Fucking with my life equals fucking with my line
In the streets of Riverside
Haters wanna see Malow Mac die
See my jefa cry, lord knows I'm a ride
I kiss my little girl and boy goodnight
Grab my strap and ski mask as I enter the night
And even though I know better
I can't just bow down
What kind of man would I be if threw in the towel
Look at me now, aw yeah, baby picture me rollin'
In a plush AMG all legit, not stolen
I have my homies from the family
They rollin' with me
The bloodline of a champion, you ain't fucking with me
Fuck a boss, I'm a king
That's for eternity
No wonder why these fucking haters wanna murder-murder me, what

Muthafuckas want me-want me
Want me dead (fuck em all)
Catch me slippin', put a, put a bul-bullet in my head
Muthafuckas want-want me-want-want me gone
Well if- well if-we'll if-it's on -it's on then it's on

I can't deny it, I know they wanna try it
But no one's fucking with me
Malow Mac eleven, Sur Side Cali
Born in the streets of Los, raised in the I-E
I'm a lost fucking angel, banging Inland Empire
Fuck all you haters, 100 spoke wires
Until I retire foos wanna get me
Fuck my ass up, dome shots then they left me
The rumors that I hear people
I'm not forgetting
Packing hollow tips that'll leave you more than limping
Sick of the gossip and chisme, who's tripping?
Trust no man, don't speak, who's creeping?
I'm a maniac in blue, whose who
You don't know, do you?
No clue, no rules
These foos are held accountable to chrome tools
Mac-11 .45's and sniper deuce deuce

Muthafuckas want me-want me
Want me dead (fuck em all)
Catch me slippin', put a, put a bul-bullet in my head
Muthafuckas want-want me-want-want me gone
Well if- well if-we'll if-it's on -its on-it's on then it's on

These muthafuckas want me dead
Six feet deep with bullets in my head
2010 fuck all my enemies, fuck all the haters
Malow Mac eleven, Psycho Family rider
Hi Power King baby
These muthafuckas want me dead
Cause I be a leader in these streets
Muthafuckas talking about there's a green light on my hood
Shit, where these muthafuckas at?
Run the fuck up and get shot the fuck up muthafucker
Psycho Family on mine baby
Let's handle this shit, I fear no man motherfucker
Trust me, foos trying to smut up my name
Fuck up my shine, we'll goes who silly bitch
Believe me, psycho

Muthafuckas want me-want me
Want me dead (fuck em all)
Catch me slippin', put a, put a bul-bullet in my head
Muthafuckas want-want me-want-want me gone
Well if- well if-we'll if-it's on -it's on then it's on