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Atmosphere They All Get Mad At You

was the best spot, guess not They all get mad at you so see through Not much they had to do but read through Turn off the attitude they need you No time

was the best spot, guess not They all get mad at you so see through Not much they had to do but read through Turn off the attitude they need you No time

shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (Stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (Stop you, stop you

like I'm toilet tissue What is your issue? You over man, I don't miss you Scottie soft, you play like Jan Van Britteclaw New Jersey Nets, real man, you

? Look at all these broads with asses fat Knowin' Goddern well what she dressin' at And when they play the right track where them yeagas at Shorty don't get mad at

you can't fade me [Joe Budden:] They say he a bastard for real Then they see the ass on his girl So they wonderin', why he so mad at the world I take

now But all that shit is temporary Fuck with the wrong clik, the way we get down If your violatin', leavin you lost, you never be found Number whatever

the reason for this I know I should just get to the point so lets all get to the point but lets all get to the point you may get pissed at what I'm about

Ant's stage Yours is on the floor with your permanent mad face You hit last place like you didn't know you would And caught a bad case like you never