[T.I. Talking]
I got a question fo you hatin $$# ^!$$%z out there,Ay
Why you mad at me,Ay

Oh lame $$# ^!$$% why you mad at me
Sucka $$# ^!$$% why you mad at me


[Verse 1]
Remember late nights earn stripes servin straight white
Talk %#@! 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 ^!$$% tried to click it make them think twice
Cause they knew Cap would kill a ^!$$% fo blink twice

Day right I'm recitein my life
^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z 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]

^!$$%z mad cause I got it like this
Gold on my wrist hoes on my dick, my dick
But I could give a $#&@ 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 ^!$$%z in to me
Got little rap ^!$$%z liking into me

Major lables and police want to censor me
Feds on my $$# cause I'm in the streets
Think I still slang listen to lame ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% can gain from atlanta

Now I'm just tryin to maintain for atlanta
Befo ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% die I'm gone be bankhead dead

[Chorus]