[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]