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

Chorus: digga

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

Verse ase

Bust it, straight out the plaque a smoke from a stack
It's the masta ase honey better and catch a smack
To the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your
'cause I'm play all the way down south
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well make
You hold the and I'll do the pourin
Rhymes are like shells on the shore and
Three little pigs made a out of sand
The big bad ase'll blow them down man
yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not barnacle bill
But I run game like a
try to flex or you'll fall like september
Still got a posse add another member
Lord d [the d stand for
wit umdada masta ase is my nigga]
Punks better slow down and check the limit
Get too much and i'ma dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in text
To four, and let me break down the law
I stay away from sluts got respect for my
And st. probably kill my ass just as quick
Original the style and, rhymes in a and
How many brothers do I on rikers island?
One two three four five I'm count
But no what the sum it's too big of an amount

I got the mad
it]

Verse

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

2x

I got the mad
You I got the mad wunz
I got the mad
it

three:

Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better
I'm hot like in the dryer
I got skills that you can't
I got beats that come to an end
Yeah, I rock like your chair, it's rare
Peace to graffiti writers
Ninety-nine bottles of on the wall
If I em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all
But I don't want a murder, and I heard of your
Wack ass, so the flack for roberta
And on the midnight train the midnight to georgia
I floored ya [just kick it]
You probably didn't but I inflict a lot of pain
Don't or you'll be having nightmares like dana dane
I mean to be precocious but uhh
I'm on mc's with my boots like roaches
Hey mate, the of the month's not the one
I pursue, though on low she would get done
I got the wunz are crazy type mad
The bass'll make you sick and make your go bad
So come and get it, and get it one time
Before I to say another rhyme on the mad wunz

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