I got the mad (3x) You know I got the mad I got the mad (3x) You I got the mad wunz
Chorus: lord
That's right y'all, your hands y'all cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all That's right y'all, clap your hands Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat
Verse ase
Bust it, straight out the plaque a smoke from a stack It's the masta ase honey better chill and catch a To the left check (uhh) if you speak watch your mouth I'm gettin play all the way down south And I got the dope, new, off... ...beat style, and you got beef make stew You the bowl and I'll do the pourin Rhymes are abundant like shells on the and Three little pigs made a song out of The big bad blow them rhymes down man 'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not bill But I run game like a Don't try to or you'll fall like september Still got a posse just add member Lord d d stand for digga wit umdada masta ase is my nigga] Punks better slow and check the speed limit Get too much light and dim it So yo bust the flex and turn in your To four, and let me break down the law I stay from sluts got respect for my dick And st. ides'll probably kill my ass as quick Original the style and, in a pill and How many do I know on rikers island? One two three four five I'm losing But no what the sum it's too big of an amount
I got the mad it]
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You sound but I'm fresher Yessir get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure I got magic in my johnson like Try to play me ashe get rubbed like lotion Must to blow trouble with the c-cypher power In cali they call em one time they be every hour Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a The skins are too tight, baby 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 hand at the apollo Chromed out with no and hammers make em follow But I never get, I say I never get too up Because I know easy come go Nuff respect to the with the job skills Not trying to find them, a man to pay the Cause I'm not the one to piggyback So take the crack between legs and find another attack And just that, alone Keeps me a healthy home, the mad wunz
2x
I got the mad You I got the mad wunz I got the mad it
Verse
Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you retire I'm hot like in the dryer I got that you can't comprehend I got beats never come to an end Yeah, I like your grandmother's chair, it's rare Peace to writers everywhere Ninety-nine of beer on the wall If I gave em to my posse, they'd probably em all But I don't want a murder, and I never heard of ass, so save the flack for roberta And leave on the midnight train the midnight to Because I floored ya kick it] You didn't know but I inflict a lot of pain Don't sleep or be having nightmares like dana dane I don't to be precocious but uhh I'm stompin on mc's with my boots like Hey mate, the playmate of the not the one That I pursue, though on low she would get I got the wunz are crazy type mad The bass'll make you and make your ears go bad So come and get it, come and get it one Before I have to say rhyme on the mad wunz
I got the mad You know I got the mad I got the mad And I'm casper...