Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Why U Mad At Me , by - T.I.. Release date: 28.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Why U Mad At Me |
| I got a question fo you hatin ass niggas out there, Ay |
| Why you mad at me, Ay |
| Oh lame ass nigga why you mad at me |
| Sucka ass nigga why you mad at me |
| Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white |
| Talk shit slap box clear into the day light |
| Might fuss may fight but stay tight |
| Keep what the «J» need for the lighter hit the base pipe |
| If the trap was the ocean or the sea |
| You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites |
| Befo a nigga tried to click it make them think twice |
| Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo blink twice |
| Day right I’m recitein my life |
| Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent night |
| Cold sundays slow mondays hot friday nights |
| Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight |
| On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights |
| Chip on my sholder hold a grudge cause you can die tonight |
| I swear you niggas had no idea what my life was like |
| Befo the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic |
| Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top |
| Why you mad at me |
| Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop |
| Why you mad at me |
| Is it cause I kept it pimpin and stayed down |
| Why you mad at me |
| Or is it cause I am the a town |
| Why you mad at me |
| Is cause you a lame and I’m a «G» |
| Why you mad at me |
| Is it cause I got love in the streets |
| Why you mad at me |
| Is cause you know yo time runnin out |
| Why you mad at me |
| Is it cause you know I’m king of the south |
| Niggas mad cause I got it like this |
| Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick |
| But I could give a f**k about this industry |
| I’m a be the same tip til the end of me |
| Thats something you know automatically if you a friend of me |
| Question that will think other wise now you offend me |
| I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy |
| Found them both now that niggas in to me |
| Got little rap niggas liking into me |
| Major lables and police want to censor me |
| Feds on my ass cause I’m in the streets |
| Think I still slang listen to lame niggas who lie to snitch on me |
| It ain’t my fault that you can’t piture me |
| Ridein in a phatom and I swear I never favthom |
| All the fame that a nigga can gain from atlanta |
| Now I’m just tryin to maintain for atlanta |
| Befo niggas would say in atlanta |
| I was rhode park doug high stayed in atlanta |
| Now true enough I sold yay in atlanta |
| But is that compared to contributions I made to atlanta |
| A pick a reason any reason all excuses would do |
| But man you lucky I ain’t buckin like I used to do fool |
| While you was throwin one’s and two’s |
| I was liftin up tools and then |
| Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move |
| Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man |
| Don’t talk around cause I heard he the fed’s man |
| They offer him time and they knowin he scared and tell him |
| Give me they names or you doin the stretch man |
| Or wear a wire go record what he said |
| And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man |
| A rat I’m smellin blow I ain’t sellin |
| Where you got that impressin ain’t no tellin |
| Yes I’m a felon why was that in question |
| What about all these records I’m sellin |
| I’m bankhead born and bankhead bread |
| And when a nigga die I’m gone be bankhead dead |