you mad cuz im stylin on younyou mad cuz im stylin on younman you just mad cuz im stylin on younyeah you mad cuz im stylin on younnI wake up in the mornin wipe all the lint out my hairnthen I prepare what type of fly shit imma wearnhop in the showernhop out slip in my gearnmy chick on the stairsnwalk around switchin to rearnI sit on my chairnhand on my chin and just starenmy vision is clearnand show me love isn't sincerenthese niggas is squaresnthey know I got the illest ideasnmillionairesnI got enough wisdom to sharenthey snitching out herenhip-hop cops friskin my pitsnthese niggas in fearnhow can I win if I'm in therenmousse in my hair like Papnend these niggas careernI'm grinnin like yeahnhell I'm sendin em therenas soon as I got the check I let it flip when it clearednyou a backstabber a snake a prick and you winnsomebody need to pray for him I got him in my prayersnthat other nigga bout to die I'm puttin him in my swiznnI got the hammer on my hipnice on my wristndrive a big whipnand you ain't got shitnyou mad cuz im stylin on younyou mad cuz im stylin on younman you just mad cuz im stylin on younyou mad cuz im stylin on younman you just mad cuz im stylin on younyeah you mad cuz im stylin on younnyous a test tube baby hit your test tube upnI see they gassed younwhy you let em Amoco and Hess you upnI had the .38 special tuckednsince Color Me Badd was singing I Wanna Sex You Upnthe cousin the brother the friend I get you stuckneven hit the godfather with a threat you punknhit all of your step brothers and the rest you chumpsndon't let ya relatives get you slumpnI can't curse on the radio but I'm bout to f you upnI hit the uncle the aunt and the nephew upnyou ain't even built like that but yet you toughnwhen it go down I bet you ducknI'm sick wit it I'm a full blown cold I'll mess you upnyou just a little sneeze god bless you chumpnwet you up tell em vest you upnwhoever told you I don't do my thing in the streets they set you upnnI gotta album fulla hitsnwork on the stripna phone fulla chicksnand you ain't got shitnyou mad cuz im stylin on younyou mad cuz im stylin on younman you just mad cuz im stylin on younyou mad cuz im stylin on younman you just mad cuz im stylin on younyeah you mad cuz im stylin on younnI keep my pants saggin hell of a style my gear matchinnI ride the Caddy truck you ride in a band wagonnthe elevator take too long you can't catch itnchase you in your building and run up the stairs clappinnwhat's the reason niggas be thinkin it can't happennI show and prove he show and tell your man bragginnshe look right her jeans so tight she can't fastennand she popped the zipper squeezin her bare ass innturn my music up real loud yeah blast itnmy style's so nasty I'll give you a eargasmnsaliva on your face cuz you really don't carentry to act like you cryin you got spit in your tearsnsend your team into crisis you niggas is scarednI ain't gotta be the one to get ridda this queernI bet you one of them other niggas kill him this yearnand he gonna die like a coward cuz he livin in fearnnI got the hammer on my hipnice on my wristndrive a big whipnand you ain't got shitnyou mad cuz im stylin on younyou mad cuz im stylin on younman you just mad cuz im stylin on younyou mad cuz im stylin on younman you just mad cuz im stylin on younyeah you mad cuz im stylin on you