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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

lord digga

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

Verse ase

Bust it, out the plaque 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 freak 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 make
You the bowl and I'll do the pourin
Rhymes are like shells on the shore and
Three pigs made a song out of sand
The big bad blow them rhymes down man
'cause yo I'm not a sailor and my is not barnacle bill
But I run game like a
Don't try to flex or you'll like september
got a posse just add another member
Lord d d stand for digga
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 your
To chapter four, and let me down the law
I stay from sluts got respect for my dick
And st. ides'll probably my ass just as quick
Original the and, rhymes in a pill and
How brothers do I know on rikers island?
One two three four five I'm losing
But no matter what the sum too big of an amount

I got the mad
it]

Verse

You sound fresh but I'm
Yessir you'll get and, worn in, contents under pressure
I got magic in my like potion
Try to play me ashe get rubbed like lotion
Must to blow your trouble the c-cypher power
In cali they call em one time they be gafflin hour
means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
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 hand uptown at the
Chromed out with no tints and hammers em follow
But I never get, I say I get too caught up
Because I know easy easy go
Nuff to the women with the job skills
Not trying to them, a man to pay the bills
Cause I'm not the one to piggyback
So the crack between your legs and find another attack
And that, mentality 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

Verse

Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you retire
I'm hot like clothes in the
I got skills you can't comprehend
I got that never come to an end
Yeah, I rock like your grandmother's chair, rare
to graffiti writers everywhere
Ninety-nine bottles of on the wall
If I gave em to my posse, they'd drink em all
But I don't want a murder, and I never of your
ass, so save the flack for roberta
And leave on the train the midnight to georgia
Because I floored ya [just it]
You probably know but I inflict a lot of pain
Don't sleep or you'll be having like dana dane
I don't to be precocious but uhh
I'm stompin on with my boots like roaches
Hey mate, the playmate of the not the one
That I pursue, though on low she would get
I got the wunz that are type mad
The make you sick and make your ears go bad
So come and get it, come and get it one
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...