[T.I. Talking] I got a question fo you hatin ass niggaz 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 [Verse 1] 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 niggaz had no idea what my life was like Befo the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Niggaz mad cause I got it like this Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick But I could give a fuck 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 niggaz in to me Got little rap niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus]
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