B.G. - Make 'em Mad Lyrics
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What? Yeah, what's up?(What it do?) It's the Chopper City Boyz (Chop chop) And we going to make the haters mad (Make them mad) Look Now if you out here getting cash, popping tags Then gon' and make them mad (Make them mad) Make them mad (Make them mad) And if you whipping something new With some big old shoes when you be passing Dog, then make them mad (Make them mad) Make them mad, my nigga, make them mad (Make them mad) I come through in the Jag', switching lanes, throwing cash (Make them mad) You know I make them mad, man, I got to make them mad (Make them mad) Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got them mad (Got them mad) Yeah I pop collars, and I pop tags I got that Bentley thing, shorty be pushing a Jag' Nigga, I don't stunt with it, but I love to look good Keep they mouth wide open when I come through the hood Yeah, I see him watching, I know he mad with me But he know what's coming behind if he try to get me I hit the club hard, then I hit the block VL done copped something else Girl, you know how I rock Now when I pull up on the set them doors go up on the whip Them big old loin hards sit up under three or four bricks Now that's a 745, my diamonds blue as Cantrell I'm bumping "Everyday I'm Hustlin" and they say I can tell, hell, I got to make them mad And show my ass when I come through I'm notorious like B.I. when it come to the hustle And I'm serious like T.I. when I'm flexing my muscle Busters do what you could, boy I do what I want do Now if you out here getting cash, popping tags Then gon' and make them mad (Make them mad) Make them mad (Make them mad) And if you whipping something new With some big old shoes when you be passing Dog, then make them mad (Make them mad) Make them mad, my nigga, make them mad (Make them mad) I come through in the Jag', switching lanes, throwing cash (Make them mad) You know I make them mad, man, I got to make them mad (Make them mad) Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got them mad (Got them mad) Ain't no boys like them Chopper City Boyz Because them Chopper City Boyz don't play (Okay) Soon as I crept up on the scene (Clean) Fellas looking jealous Jay, Gizzle, Hakizzle, Gar, VL bruh, then Ziggy and Lil Steppa Fresh out the crib shit you know what it is I make them move like Ludacris Then soon as I pull up, big truck, I ruin it I'm doing it, pursuing it, wrist blue as a crowd Haters can lose it but I'm foolish ain't no cooling me down It's your whip, your chick, your money, your house You know it, I got it, I ain't scared to show it (Yeah) Whip sanction (Uh) Roll the carpet (That's right) Chopper City trying to see a diamond market (Believe it) Ride in that Jag' expensive fare, we floss it (Yeah) Slide out that slipper, if I get it we tossing (Kizzle huh) It's H-A-Kizzle, if the rain don't drizzle And you know I be the sizzle, hot as a six shooter pistol Now if you out here getting cash, popping tags Then gon' and make them mad (Make them mad) Make them mad (Make them mad) And if you whipping something new With some big old shoes when you be passing Dog, then make them mad (Make them mad) Make them mad, my nigga, make them mad (Make them mad) I come through in the Jag', switching lanes, throwing cash (Make them mad) You know I make them mad, man, I got to make them mad (Make them mad) Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got them mad (Got them mad) Look, I'm on top and they hate it, niggas made because I made it It's a award for real niggas, I know I'm nominated I'm sick of judges faces, constantly catching cases I whip it in trial every time, I ain't taking probation I'm in another world, man, I stay in that zone I done proved to the world, that I can hold my own Now I'm back with my homies, and we ready for war Y'all ain't ready for Snipe, Mike, Kizzle, and Gar I'm in the backfield, playing the sideline In case I got to catch a nigga from the blindside I got more ice than you got songs in your iPod Triple black S550, that's how I ride Oh, you thought it was funny? Critics was full of doubt You see how important Chopper City is to the south I catch Wayne or Baby I might put a Glock in they mouth Stop being mad because your time on the clock done run out Now if you out here getting cash, popping tags Then gon' and make them mad (Make them mad) Make them mad (Make them mad) And if you whipping something new With some big old shoes when you be passing Dog, then make them mad (Make them mad) Make them mad, my nigga, make them mad (Make them mad) I come through in the Jag', switching lanes, throwing cash (Make them mad) You know I make them mad, man, I got to make them mad (Make them mad) Them Chopper City Boyz in the game got them mad (Got them mad)
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