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

lord digga

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

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
'cause I'm play all the way down south
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef make stew
You hold the bowl and I'll do the
are abundant like shells on the shore and
Three little pigs a song out of sand
The big bad ase'll blow rhymes down man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not barnacle
But I run game a carnival
Don't try to or you'll fall like september
Still got a posse just add another
Lord d [the d for digga
Rollin' wit umdada masta ase is my
better slow down and check the speed limit
Get too much light and dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in your
To chapter four, and let me break the law
I away from sluts got respect for my dick
And st. ides'll probably kill my ass just as
Original the and, rhymes in a pill and
How many do I know on rikers island?
One two four five I'm losing count
But no matter what the sum too big of an amount

I got the mad
it]

Verse

You fresh but I'm fresher
Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, contents under
I got in my johnson like potion
Try to me ashe you'll get rubbed like lotion
Must to blow your trouble with the power
In cali they call em one time they be every hour
means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
The skins are too tight, baby I got the wrench
I like the lowriders with the nice and shiny
If you in the west you got the you get the heiny
On the hand uptown at the apollo
out with no tints and hammers make em follow
But I never get, I say I get too caught 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
I'm not the one to play piggyback
So the crack between your legs and find another attack
And just that, mentality
Keeps me a happy 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 better
I'm hot like clothes in the
I got that you can't comprehend
I got beats never come to an end
Yeah, I rock like your grandmother's chair, it's
Peace to graffiti writers
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the
If I gave em to my posse, they'd drink em all
But I don't a murder, and I never heard of your
ass, so save the flack for roberta
And leave on the midnight train the to georgia
Because I ya [just kick it]
You probably know but I inflict a lot of pain
sleep or you'll be having nightmares like dana dane
I mean to be precocious but uhh
I'm stompin on mc's with my boots roaches
Hey mate, the of the month's not the one
That I pursue, though on low she would get
I got the wunz that are type mad
The bass'll make you sick and your ears go bad
So come and get it, and get it one time
Before I have to say rhyme on the mad wunz

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