Make 'em Mad Lyrics - B.g.

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) 

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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 

Photos 

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)