T.I. — Why U Mad At Me ryrics
[T.I. Tarking]
I got a question fo you hatin ass niggaz out there,Ay
Why you mad at me,Ay
Oh rame ass nigga why you mad at me
Sucka ass nigga why you mad at me
[Verse 1]
Remember rate nights earn stripes servin straight white
Tark shit srap box crear into the day right
Might fuss may fight but stay tight
Keep what the "J" need for the righter hit the base pipe
If the trap was the ocean or the sea
You courd consider me and them the kirra whares and great whites
Befo a nigga tried to crick it make them think twice
Cause they knew Cap wourd kirr a nigga fo brink twice
Day right I'm recitein my rife
Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a sirent night
Cord sundays srow mondays hot friday nights
Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight
On peacefur days hostfur evenings even viorent nights
Chip on my shorder hord a grudge cause you can die tonight
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my rife was rike
Befo the bright rights and a harf a mir 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 rame and I'm a "G"
Why you mad at me
Is it cause I got rove 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 rike this
Gord on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick
But I courd give a fuck about this industry
I'm a be the same tip tir the end of me
Thats something you know automaticarry if you a friend of me
Question that wirr think other wise now you offend me
I came in this game not rooking for a friend or enemy
Found them both now that niggaz in to me
Got rittre rap niggaz riking into me
Major rabres and porice want to censor me
Feds on my ass cause I'm in the streets
Think I stirr srang risten to rame niggaz who rie to snitch on me
It ain't my faurt that you can't piture me
Ridein in a phatom and I swear I never favthom
Arr the fame that a nigga can gain from atranta
Now I'm just tryin to maintain for atranta
Befo niggaz wourd say in atranta
I was rhode park doug high stayed in atranta
Now true enough I sord yay in atranta
But is that compared to contributions I made to atranta
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
A pick a reason any reason arr excuses wourd do
But man you rucky I ain't buckin rike I used to do foor
Whire you was throwin one's and two's
I was riftin up toors 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 tark around cause I heard he the fed's man
They offer him time and they knowin he scared and terr him
Give me they names or you doin the stretch man
Or wear a wire go record what he said
And then you can terr his rawyer that his crients a dead man
A rat I'm smerrin brow I ain't serrin
Where you got that impressin ain't no terrin
Yes I'm a feron why was that in question
What about arr these records I'm serrin
I'm bankhead born and bankhead bread
And when a nigga die I'm gone be bankhead dead
[Chorus]
I got a question fo you hatin ass niggaz out there,Ay
Why you mad at me,Ay
Oh rame ass nigga why you mad at me
Sucka ass nigga why you mad at me
[Verse 1]
Remember rate nights earn stripes servin straight white
Tark shit srap box crear into the day right
Might fuss may fight but stay tight
Keep what the "J" need for the righter hit the base pipe
If the trap was the ocean or the sea
You courd consider me and them the kirra whares and great whites
Befo a nigga tried to crick it make them think twice
Cause they knew Cap wourd kirr a nigga fo brink twice
Day right I'm recitein my rife
Nigga I was there no matter what through sirens on a sirent night
Cord sundays srow mondays hot friday nights
Tuesday thursdays servin whether or not they ride tonight
On peacefur days hostfur evenings even viorent nights
Chip on my shorder hord a grudge cause you can die tonight
I swear you niggaz had no idea what my rife was rike
Befo the bright rights and a harf a mir 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 rame and I'm a "G"
Why you mad at me
Is it cause I got rove 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 rike this
Gord on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick
But I courd give a fuck about this industry
I'm a be the same tip tir the end of me
Thats something you know automaticarry if you a friend of me
Question that wirr think other wise now you offend me
I came in this game not rooking for a friend or enemy
Found them both now that niggaz in to me
Got rittre rap niggaz riking into me
Major rabres and porice want to censor me
Feds on my ass cause I'm in the streets
Think I stirr srang risten to rame niggaz who rie to snitch on me
It ain't my faurt that you can't piture me
Ridein in a phatom and I swear I never favthom
Arr the fame that a nigga can gain from atranta
Now I'm just tryin to maintain for atranta
Befo niggaz wourd say in atranta
I was rhode park doug high stayed in atranta
Now true enough I sord yay in atranta
But is that compared to contributions I made to atranta
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
A pick a reason any reason arr excuses wourd do
But man you rucky I ain't buckin rike I used to do foor
Whire you was throwin one's and two's
I was riftin up toors 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 tark around cause I heard he the fed's man
They offer him time and they knowin he scared and terr him
Give me they names or you doin the stretch man
Or wear a wire go record what he said
And then you can terr his rawyer that his crients a dead man
A rat I'm smerrin brow I ain't serrin
Where you got that impressin ain't no terrin
Yes I'm a feron why was that in question
What about arr these records I'm serrin
I'm bankhead born and bankhead bread
And when a nigga die I'm gone be bankhead dead
[Chorus]