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
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
.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
[Lil Wayne] Met shawty up in Urban Outfitters She killin' these hoes now I'm murking out with her Shit, I'm just tryna work it out with her Got a gym
. (Chorus) As life goes by in the blink of an eye i stay focus on writing my rhymes these streets are inviting to crime if i didn't write rhymes and I'd probably go mad
with a Bavarian heart I'm territorial, wish I could look the door Aggressive localism with my dogs of war Small man's complex, you only get torn apart Mad
[Mad Child] slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic sensational recreational narcotics I thought I lost it but I found it temptation marches
Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve I loved doing right but I was trapped in hell Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears Years of fears
this day I write my journal Journal, urban journal (lord) [chorus] [killah priest] Dear heavenly father The reason why I stand at your gates holdin two revolvers 'cause down on earth I had mad
when I met you I heard Jesus bells, strings and a choir I got lines better than n-ggas albums, plural king of the urban make your sh-t sound rural she
mopper, look down on the city with binoculars Piss out at choppers, defecate 80 thousand feet in the air I flip your small game, take your small urban
check yo head Like the beasty boys I heard your airplay 'n tracks, Bullshit 'n flack, men on stage, Pamper trainers lacked, Droppin' voodoo on doo doo I'm mad
what they want These men fall so hard, man ! Succes ain't a snapshot that you glance at From your pocket Luck moves like mad truck, life's gonna stop
Then you need to graduate to mother fucking In Da Streets Vol 1, 2, 3 Then you need to go to Trap Muzik, I got locked up for a second Then grab Urban
out the old school and came to drop a jewel on your brain yo [Interlude 2] "Since we are folks who has this mad passion for observance of music" "
, I be in the staircase drinkin' beers Smoke pass while I freestyle for my peers Thought play ya front, with cars in they peeps Peeps askin' me for new Cru treats Junk like a skunk, mad
your whole crew till you're bogling 'Cause your style is now off with a blast of the force It's the classic underground styles of the urban masters The
Winda Help me up, someone's pullin' me under A scorcher, flame on the brain, this is torture Terrible, horrible, sick shit, I brought ya Sacrifice the virgin, urban
