[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]