Lil Boosie — I’m Mad
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[chorus: x2]
they criticize me (huh)
they talk about me bad
let me tell you this bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
they criticize me (huh)
they talk about me bad
let me tell you this bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
[verse 1:]
knock knock I’m in this bitch let me get some act rite. who it is at the do, bitch this baby tracklight. they
criticize me talk about me like some fucking hoes they fuck my name up with promos say I don’t cum to shows
but you got me fucked up so I’m bucked up and fucked up so I wrote this song for bitch made niggas still got
all switch played nigga he’s gonna die from diabetes that’s what they said the way he’s living he’s gonna end up like
his fucking dad they say my attitude rude I need some a-d-d so they put on medication told mama to pray for
me I wonder what make ’em hate on me my heart made of gold but no wim pissed off ready to cut they dick off
stick it up in they bitch mouth and suck it, oh, yeah, I’m thuggin strapping up in the projects got me ain’t
scared of nothing keep my name up out yo mouth and be careful little nigga or the fucking ambulance gonna have
to help you little nigga man I’m tired of this childish shit gonna get into some ridah shit everytime I see you I’m
gonna hit you with that proper bitch
fuck it nigga bring the blues really ain’t got nothing to loose keep my name up out your mouth and nigga I
ain’t gonna fuck with your bitch!
[chorus: x2]
they criticize me (huh)
they talk about me bad
let me tell you this bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
they criticize me (huh)
they talk about me bad
let me tell you this bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
[verse 2:]
my sugar up I’m heated now ready to get even now I don’t talk no shit I talk my shit where there’s a eagle
now I don’t hold back shit, yeah, they’re so bad bitch.. everbody holla gutta nigga know that’s had shit.. my
baby mama she gotta go she leaves my son with anybody. she wants be needer so bad but she gives you that face
and that big ass. my teachers talk about me bad everytime I cut they class now I fuck they daughters in they
ass ’cause they made me mad… all my friends who turned on me, they like boosie you wanna get high, I don’t burn
homie even talk about doggy all the time I heard your cousin got life plus 99 how he get out ’cause he shot at
all the time. damn near had me crown they say I ratted on you, but his own blood ratted on ’em put that in
your notes but I kept it real with his ass, when we start making that cash, when it went down, he changed that’s
why I’m mad. nigga that’s why I’m mad.
[chorus: x2]
they criticize me (huh)
they talk about me bad
let me tell you this bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
they criticize me (huh)
they talk about me bad
let me tell you this bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
[verse 3:]
they killed my dog and it’s hurting me (owh) got me back on purple-e. fuck my head up more ’cause I seen ’em lay
down on the murder scene now I’m mad as a bitch sad as a bitch. ready to get in some savage shit gotta be
cool can’t be no fool gotta plan this shit and damage it. police they’re nosey, they asking how much bread I
make, asking about my watch and bracelets deep inside they playerhate. now I’m mad at the world cursin’ out
everybody sumtimes I take it out on my girl but I’m sorry. and I’m thinking about my father and I got so much
rage and I know that he’s gonna rise up out that motherfucking grave you ain’t heard. they banned that 50 movie,
get rich or die trying. but if it’s a law then Arnold Swartzinager and killed all the time. but he black so
it’s different, it’s a fact it’s racism. plus I’m mad with Bush decision what he’s gonna do about terrorism. need
to send some nuclear bombs. ’cause one day it ain’t gonna cum. they hitting them big cities I’m glad I’m from
where I’m from… but I’m mad!
[chorus: x2]
they criticize me (huh)
they talk about me bad
let me tell you this bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
they criticize me (huh)
they talk about me bad
let me tell you this bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad I’m mad bitch you done made me mad
I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad, I’m mad,
I’m mad, bitch you done made me mad… nigga!
