Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make Em Mad, artist - B.G.. Date of issue: 26.02.2007
Song language: English
Make Em Mad |
| Now if ya out here getting cash, poppin tags then gon and make 'em mad (make |
| 'em mad) |
| Make 'em mad (make 'em mad) |
| And if ya whippin something new with some big ol' shoes when you be passin |
| Dawg, then make 'em mad (make 'em mad) |
| Make 'em mad my nigga, make 'em mad (make 'em mad) |
| I come through in the jag switchin lanes throwin cash (make 'em mad) |
| You know I make 'em mad, man I gotta make 'em mad (make 'em mad) |
| Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got 'em mad (got 'em mad) |
| Yeah I pop collar, and I pop tags |
| I got that bentley thing, shorty be pushin a jag |
| Nigga I don’t stunt with it, but I love to look good |
| Keep they mouth wide open when I come through the hood |
| Yeah I see him watchin, I know he mad with me |
| But he know what’s coming behind if he try to get me |
| I hit the club hard, then I hit the block |
| VL done copped somethin else, girl you know how I rock |
| Now when I pull up on the set, them doors go up on the whip |
| Them big ol' loin hards sit up under three or four bricks |
| Now that’s a 745, my diamonds blue as Cantrell |
| I’m bumpin everyday I’m hustlin and they say, I can tell |
| Hell I, gotta make 'em mad and show my ass when I come through |
| I’m notorious like B.I. |
| when it come to the hustle |
| And I’m serious like T.I. |
| when I’m flexin my muscle |
| Bustas do what you could, boy I do what I want do |
| Snipe, snipe |
| Snipe, snipe |
| I say, I say |
| Ain’t no boys like them Chopper City Boyz 'cause them Chopper City Boyz |
| Don’t play (Okay) |
| Soon as I crept up on the seen (clean), fellas lookin jealous |
| Jay, Gizzle, Hakizzle, Gar, VL bruh, then Ziggy and Lil' Steppa |
| Fresh out the crib shit you know what it is, I make 'em move like Ludacris |
| Then soon as I pull up, big truck, I ruin it |
| I’m doing it, pursuiting it, wrist blue as a crowd |
| Haters can lose it but I’m foolish ain’t no cooling me down |
| It’s your whip, your chick, your money, your house |
| You know it |
| I got it, I ain’t scared to show it (yeah) |
| Whip sanction (uh) |
| Roll the carpet (that's right) |
| Chopper City tryna see a diamond market (believe it) |
| Ride in that jag expensive fare, we floss it (yeah) |
| Slide out that slipper, if I get it we tossing (Kizzle huh) |
| It’s H-A-Kizzle, if the rain don’t drizzle |
| And you know I be the sizzle, hot as a six shooter pistol |
| Look, I’m on top and they hate it, niggas made 'cause I made it |
| It’s a award for real niggas, I know I’m nominated |
| I’m sick of judges faces, constantly catching cases |
| I whip it in trial everytime, I ain’t taking probation |
| I’m in another world (world), man I stay in that zone (zone) |
| I done proved to the world (world), that I can hold my own (own) |
| Now I’m back with my homies (back), and we ready for war (war) |
| Yall ain’t ready for Snipe, Mike, Kizzle, and Gar (Gar) |
| I’m in the backfield (field), playing the sideline (line) |
| In case I gotta catch a nigga from the blind side |
| I got more ice than you got songs in ya iPod (damn) |
| Triple black S-five-fifty that’s how I ride |
| Oh you thought it was funny (funny), critics was full of doubt (doubt) |
| You see how important Chopper City is to the south (chop chop) |
| I caught Wayne or Baby I might put a Glock in they mouth |
| Stop being mad 'cause ya time on the clock done ran out |