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I got the mad (3x)
You I got the mad wunz
I got the mad (3x)
You know I got the mad

lord digga

That's right y'all, your hands y'all
Cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
That's y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat

Verse ase

Bust it, straight out the like a smoke from a stack
It's the masta ase better chill and catch a smack
To the left check (uhh) if you speak watch your mouth
'cause I'm play all the way down south
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well stew
You hold the bowl and I'll do the
Rhymes are abundant like on the shore and
Three pigs made a song out of sand
The big bad ase'll them rhymes down man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not barnacle
But I run game like a
Don't try to flex or you'll fall like
Still got a posse just add member
Lord d [the d for digga
Rollin' wit umdada masta ase is my
Punks better slow down and check the speed
Get too light and i'ma dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in text
To chapter four, and let me down the law
I stay away from got respect for my dick
And st. ides'll probably kill my ass as quick
Original the style and, rhymes in a and
How many brothers do I know on rikers
One two three four five I'm count
But no matter the sum it's too big of an amount

I got the mad
it]

Verse

You sound but I'm fresher
Yessir get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure
I got magic in my johnson potion
Try to play me ashe get rubbed like lotion
Must to your trouble with the c-cypher power
In cali they call em one time they be gafflin hour
Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a
The are too tight, baby doll I got the wrench
I the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny
If you in the west you got the you get the heiny
On the other uptown at the apollo
Chromed out with no tints and hammers em follow
But I never get, I say I never get too up
Because I know easy come go
respect to the women with the job skills
Not trying to find them, a man to pay the
Cause I'm not the one to play
So the crack between your legs and find another attack
And just that, mentality
Keeps me a healthy home, the mad wunz

2x

I got the mad
You know I got the mad
I got the mad
it

Verse

Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better
I'm hot like in the dryer
I got skills that you comprehend
I got beats that come to an end
Yeah, I like your grandmother's chair, it's rare
Peace to graffiti writers
Ninety-nine of beer on the wall
If I em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all
But I want a murder, and I never heard of your
Wack ass, so save the for roberta
And leave on the midnight train the to georgia
I floored ya [just kick it]
You probably didn't know but I inflict a lot of
Don't sleep or you'll be having nightmares like dane
I mean to be precocious but uhh
I'm stompin on mc's my boots like roaches
Hey mate, the playmate of the not the one
I pursue, though on low she would get done
I got the wunz that are type mad
The bass'll make you and make your ears go bad
So and get it, come and get it one time
Before I have to say another on the mad wunz

I got the mad
You I got the mad wunz
I got the mad
And I'm casper...