[T.I. Talking]
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I got a question fo you hatin ass niggaz out there,Ay
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Why you mad at me,Ay
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Oh lame ass nigga why you mad at me
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Sucka ass nigga why you mad at me
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[Verse 1]
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Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white
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Talk shit slap box clear into the day light
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Might fuss may fight but stay tight
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Keep what the "J" need for the lighter hit the base pipe
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If the trap was the ocean or the sea
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You could consider me and them the killa whales and great whites
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Befo a nigga tried to click it make them think twice
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Cause they knew Cap would kill a nigga fo blink twice
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Day right I'm recitein my life
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Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a silent night
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Cold sundays slow mondays hot friday nights
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Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight
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On peaceful days hostful evenings even violent nights
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Chip on my sholder hold a grudge cause you can die tonight
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I swear you niggaz had no idea what my life was like
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Befo the bright lights and a half a mil just to grab the mic
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[Chorus]
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Is it cause I came from the bottom to the top
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Why you mad at me
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Maybe cause I Spent a hundred on a drop
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Why you mad at me
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Is it cause I kept it pimpin and stayed down
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Why you mad at me
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Or is it cause I am the a town
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Why you mad at me
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Is cause you a lame and I'm a "G"
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Why you mad at me
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Is it cause I got love in the streets
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Why you mad at me
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Is cause you know yo time runnin out
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Why you mad at me
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Is it cause you know I'm king of the south
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[Verse 2]
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Niggaz mad cause I got it like this
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Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick
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But I could give a fuck about this industry
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I'm a be the same tip til the end of me
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Thats something you know automatically if you a friend of me
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Question that will think other wise now you offend me
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I came in this game not looking for a friend or enemy
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Found them both now that niggaz in to me
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Got little rap niggaz liking into me
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Major lables and police want to censor me
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Feds on my ass cause I'm in the streets
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Think I still slang listen to lame niggaz who lie to snitch on me
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It ain't my fault that you can't piture me
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Ridein in a phatom and I swear I never favthom
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All the fame that a nigga can gain from atlanta
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Now I'm just tryin to maintain for atlanta
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Befo niggaz would say in atlanta
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I was rhode park doug high stayed in atlanta
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Now true enough I sold yay in atlanta
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But is that compared to contributions I made to atlanta
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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A pick a reason any reason all excuses would do
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But man you lucky I ain't buckin like I used to do fool
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While you was throwin one's and two's
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I was liftin up tools and then
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Shoot at his shoes just to see if he move
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Or either bust at his head to check if he dead man
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Don't talk around cause I heard he the fed's man
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They offer him time and they knowin he scared and tell him
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Give me they names or you doin the stretch man
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Or wear a wire go record what he said
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And then you can tell his lawyer that his clients a dead man
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A rat I'm smellin blow I ain't sellin
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Where you got that impressin ain't no tellin
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Yes I'm a felon why was that in question
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What about all these records I'm sellin
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I'm bankhead born and bankhead bread
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And when a nigga die I'm gone be bankhead dead
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[Chorus]
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Why U Mad At Me
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| T.I. |
