Why U Mad At Me (Explicit) - T.I. Composed by:Giuseppe Verdi I got a question for you hating a*s n***as out there hey Why you mad at me ay Oh lame a*s n***a why you mad at me Sucker a*s n***a why you mad at me Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white Talk s**t 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 Before a n***a tried to click it make them think twice 'Cause they knew cap would kill a n***a fo blink twice Day right I'm reciting my life N***a I was there no matter What through sirens on a silent night Cold Sundays slow Mondays hot Friday nights Tuesday thursdays serving 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 n***as had no idea What my life was like Before 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 running out Why you mad at me Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the south N***as 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 That's 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 n***as in to me Got little rap n***as liking into me Major labels and police want to censor me Feds on my a*s 'cause I'm in the streets Think I still slang listen to Lame n***as who lie to snitch on me It ain't my fault that you can't picture me Riding in a phantom and I swear I never fathom All the fame that a n***a can gain from atlanta Now I'm just trying to maintain for atlanta Before n***as 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 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 running out Why you mad at me Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the south Why you mad at me A pick a reason any reason all excuses would do But man you lucky I Ain't bucking like I used to do fool While you was throwing one's and two's I was lifting 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 knowing he scared and tell him Give me they names or you doing 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 smelling blow I ain't selling Where you got that impressing ain't no telling Yes I'm a felon why was that in question What about all these records I'm selling I'm bankhead born and bankhead bread And when a n***a die I'm gone be bankhead dead 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 running out Why you mad at me Is it 'cause you know I'm king of the south