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    T.I. »

    T.I. Why U Mad At Me текст песни

    Why U Mad At Me

    [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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