Songtexte: Lil Boosie. I'm Mad.
[Chorus:]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
[verse 1:]
knock knock im in dis bitch let me get sum act rite. Who it is at da do, bitch dis baby tracklight. Dey critisize me talk about me like sum fuckin hoes, dey fuck mah name up with promos say i dont cum 2 shows...but u got me fucked up so im bucked up and fucked up...so i wrote this song fa bitch made niggas...still got all switch played nigga..he gon die from diabeties thats wat dey said the way he livin he gon end up like his fuckin dad..dey say my attitude rude i need sum a-d-d so dey put on medication told mama to pray for me i wonder wat make 'em hate on me my heart made of gold but no wim pissed off ready to cut dey dick off stick it up in dey bitch mouth and suck it oh yeah im thuggin strappin up in da projects got me aint scared of nothing keep my name up out yo mouth and be careful lil nigga or da fuckin ambulance gon have to help u lil nigga man im tired of this childish shit gon get into sum ridah shit everytime i see u im gon hit u with that proper bitch. Fuck it nigga bring the blues really aint got nuthin to loose keep my name up out yo mouth and nigga i aint gon fuck wit u bitch!
[chorus: x2]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
[verse 2:]
my sugar up im heated now ready to get even now i dont talk no shit i talk my shit where theres a eagle now i dont hold back shit yea they so bad bitch.. Everbody holla gutta nigga know thats had shit.. My baby mama she gotta go she leave my son wit anybody..she want be needer so bad but she give u that face and that big ass..my teachers talk about me bad everytime i cut dey class now i fuck dey daughters in dey ass cuz dey made me mad...all my friends who turned on me, dey like boosie u wanna get high, i dont burn homie even talk about doggy all da time i heard yo cuzin got life plus 99 how he get out cuz he shot at all da time.. Damn near had me crown dey say i ratted on yo, but his own blood ratted on 'em put that in yo notes but i kept it real wit his ass,when we start makin dat cash,when it went down, he changed thats why im mad..nigga thats why im mad..
[chorus: x2]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
[verse 3:]
dey killed my dog and its hurtin me(owh)got me back on purple-e. Fuck my head up mo cuz i seen 'em lay down on da murder scene now im mad as a bitch sad as a bitch. Ready to get in some savage shit gotta be cool cant be no fool gotta plan this shit and damage it..police dey nosey, dey askin how much bread i make, askin bout my watch and bracelets deep inside they playerhate.. Now im mad at da world cursin' out everybody sumtimes i take it out on my girl but im soory..and im thinkin bout my father and i got so much rage and i kno that he gon rise up out that muthafuckin' grave u aint heard..dey banned that 50 movie, get rich or die tryin..but if its a law then arnold swartzinager and killed all the time..but he black so its different, its a fact its racism..plus im mad wit bush decision what he gon do about terrorism..need to send sum nuclear bombs..cuz one day it aint gon cum..dey hittin them big cities im glad im from whereim from.....but im mad!
[chorus: x2]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
Im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, bitch u dun made me mad... Nigga!
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
[verse 1:]
knock knock im in dis bitch let me get sum act rite. Who it is at da do, bitch dis baby tracklight. Dey critisize me talk about me like sum fuckin hoes, dey fuck mah name up with promos say i dont cum 2 shows...but u got me fucked up so im bucked up and fucked up...so i wrote this song fa bitch made niggas...still got all switch played nigga..he gon die from diabeties thats wat dey said the way he livin he gon end up like his fuckin dad..dey say my attitude rude i need sum a-d-d so dey put on medication told mama to pray for me i wonder wat make 'em hate on me my heart made of gold but no wim pissed off ready to cut dey dick off stick it up in dey bitch mouth and suck it oh yeah im thuggin strappin up in da projects got me aint scared of nothing keep my name up out yo mouth and be careful lil nigga or da fuckin ambulance gon have to help u lil nigga man im tired of this childish shit gon get into sum ridah shit everytime i see u im gon hit u with that proper bitch. Fuck it nigga bring the blues really aint got nuthin to loose keep my name up out yo mouth and nigga i aint gon fuck wit u bitch!
[chorus: x2]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
Dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
[verse 2:]
my sugar up im heated now ready to get even now i dont talk no shit i talk my shit where theres a eagle now i dont hold back shit yea they so bad bitch.. Everbody holla gutta nigga know thats had shit.. My baby mama she gotta go she leave my son wit anybody..she want be needer so bad but she give u that face and that big ass..my teachers talk about me bad everytime i cut dey class now i fuck dey daughters in dey ass cuz dey made me mad...all my friends who turned on me, dey like boosie u wanna get high, i dont burn homie even talk about doggy all da time i heard yo cuzin got life plus 99 how he get out cuz he shot at all da time.. Damn near had me crown dey say i ratted on yo, but his own blood ratted on 'em put that in yo notes but i kept it real wit his ass,when we start makin dat cash,when it went down, he changed thats why im mad..nigga thats why im mad..
[chorus: x2]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
[verse 3:]
dey killed my dog and its hurtin me(owh)got me back on purple-e. Fuck my head up mo cuz i seen 'em lay down on da murder scene now im mad as a bitch sad as a bitch. Ready to get in some savage shit gotta be cool cant be no fool gotta plan this shit and damage it..police dey nosey, dey askin how much bread i make, askin bout my watch and bracelets deep inside they playerhate.. Now im mad at da world cursin' out everybody sumtimes i take it out on my girl but im soory..and im thinkin bout my father and i got so much rage and i kno that he gon rise up out that muthafuckin' grave u aint heard..dey banned that 50 movie, get rich or die tryin..but if its a law then arnold swartzinager and killed all the time..but he black so its different, its a fact its racism..plus im mad wit bush decision what he gon do about terrorism..need to send sum nuclear bombs..cuz one day it aint gon cum..dey hittin them big cities im glad im from whereim from.....but im mad!
[chorus: x2]
dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...dey criticize me (huh) dey talk about me bad let me tell u dis bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad im mad im mad bitch u dun made me mad...
Im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, im mad, bitch u dun made me mad... Nigga!