Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Why U Mad At Me, artist - T.I..
Date of issue: 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 |