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Why U Mad ft. Mr Cream and Runt Dawg
Redman
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Ay Big Sev, these niggas mad nigga
It's grind time nigga
Oh, why you mad son?
These niggas be chicks be walkin' around all mad
Why you mad nigga? You mad nigga
Why you mad motherfucker?
I wake up, wash the balls and it's grind time
While I'm here, I take it back like your hairline
I came up from hidin' weed in my bon times
Now I'm electric, the block know I Chaka Khan
High school chicks said Red'll never make it
Now they old ass in my 'gram gettin' naked
Fuck you, I'm tryin' to max a million
Catch me whippin' the ride, I'm Uncle Willy's son
Broke niggas stay yappin' like they get the bag
Plottin' on your downfall with they snitchin' ass
If his boys get him gassed then he gets mad
Just know I keep the sticks like White Boy Rick dad
Boy, I love provin' haters wrong
Livin' my best life, I learned from Lil Duval
My money three feet tall but I got respect
And you rich and I'm not impressed, eat a dick bro
Ay yo, put your hands up in the sky
A lot of people mad and don't ask me why
You say that you a boss but your nose in mine
Why you lookin' all mad? 'Cause you dyin' tryin'
And you mad nigga, why you mad bro?
You mad nigga, why you mad motherfucker?
I'm Mr. Green and I'm a Brick City bad boy
Tongue out, middle finger to the tabloids
I could give it to these niggas like they asked for it
Then pull up like fuck boy what you mad for?
They poked the bear and I'm woke now
With my .357 out in O-Town
I could turn your livest city to a ghost town
Set up shop then Gilla shut the coast down
I'm somethin' special, keep a eye on me
Plus I got a pack of mammals that'll ride for me
And honestly I hear 'em talkin', it don't bother me
I modestly turn this bitch into a robbery
It's Gilla house until my veins pop
And where they test, they get left in the same spot
Mr. Green, get mad if you wanna
I promise ain't no future if you fuckin' up my commas
Ay yo, put your hands up in the sky
A lot of people mad and don't ask me why
You say that you a boss but your nose in mine
Why you lookin' all mad? 'Cause you dyin' tryin'
And you mad nigga, why you mad bro?
You mad nigga, why you mad motherfucker?
Get off your ass and get on your grind
And stop cryin' about the same shit all the time
You whinin', complainin' ass niggas be the lamest
Your hugs and handshakes as fake as your chain is
Hater, it's written all over your face
A body shot'll have you shittin' all over the place
They turn super ugly when they see my squad
They bitch ass get mad, wanna key my car
It's Gilla, we get it poppin' like two choppers
Shoot like 2Pac when he heard "Who Shot Ya"
Step in the hood, better check in with us
I'm the plug for the bud and the Mexican mud
Now you all mad, Mr. Mean Mug so gangsta
Ay bro, check out my mixtape, no thankya
I laugh at y'all lil amateurs
Stay with your day job, you muh'fuckin' janitor
Ay yo, put your hands up in the sky
A lot of people mad and don't ask me why
You say that you a boss but your nose in mine
Why you lookin' all mad? 'Cause you dyin' tryin'
And you mad nigga, why you mad bro?
You mad nigga, why you mad motherfucker?
75 Degrees on the East Coast
85 Degrees on the West Coast
95 Degrees in Miami
As we take y'all on a ride, MW2 album
But y'all know what it's time for
Let's get to the story of Soopaman Luva