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
Übersetzung: BG. Make Em Mad.
t hurt nigga You want a verse, I get mad, not work with you If you got street money, then the price different You in the major league, you know you gonna taxed quickly B
m ready to take it to some "G" shit, street shit Where caps get peeled, and wigs bound to get split I'm off Valence, ain't no doubt this B.G. ain't real
: [B.G.] It's me, the B.G., doin' my thang Lettin' 'em hang, I represent bangity-bang I gettin' off into shit you can not handle I'm settin' it off in
livin legend (Chorus) Verse:2 What make niggas think they fuck wit raps i spit What make 'em think they can touch beats from Fresh i get What make 'em
me, it's war wit an army, wit tommy guns Wit drums, a hundred plus shots comin from 'em I don't give a fuck, if I did 'em, then I done 'em Take notes
slash rapper slash actor slash tapper the hit song jacker New nod factor turned playboy when he dropped the Craig Macker Making rap wacker Ain't mad
wanna start a little ruckus. Better duck cuz I'll be poundin them motha fuckas. They wanna throw their hands up. Thats tight. Hit em wit my eight. Never had shit left, right. Then hit em
off Fuck em all what I scream as I dream in tons, Fuck a trick, get me rich n the bitches'll come, bust ma gun make em all scatta, bullets to my nuts
better back the fuck up Before I drag em' I be the B-R-I-D-G-E Flag to the right for the set for 93 (Braaa!) Niggas gettin' mad cause I'm gettin' tougher
Verse 2] That nigga Buck a fiend, tell momma he done smoked the TV I ain't know he fucked with more dope than B.G. Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than
. The Madd Rapper) [Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.
: [50 Cent:] R.I.P. B.I.G. man ya'll niggas have some audacity Sell four mill then get half of me Get off my dick I'm the shit I know ya'll niggas copying
up like the World Trade Born filla, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up Yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah We better shank 'em, thank
boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up! Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck! Boom boom chuck, b-boom, Shady! [Verse 1 - Eminem] There
crackers Mad noise, 2008, a G a game I'm ridin on {?} in the love seat, sunk deep Long niggaz bustin out they punk heat I make a massacre, try to rob
