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 hands y'all Cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all That's right y'all, clap your y'all 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 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 well stew You the bowl and I'll do the pourin Rhymes are abundant like shells on the and Three little pigs 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 like a carnival Don't try to flex or you'll like september Still got a posse just add member d [the d stand for digga Rollin' wit umdada masta ase is my Punks better slow down and the speed limit Get too much 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 kill my ass just as quick the style and, rhymes in a pill and How many brothers do I on rikers island? One two four five I'm losing count But no matter 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 you'll get torn and, worn in, contents under I got in my johnson 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 every hour Which they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch The skins are too tight, baby I got the wrench I like the with the daytons nice and shiny If you in the you got the best you get the heiny On the hand uptown at the apollo Chromed out with no and hammers make em follow But I get, I say I never get too caught up Because I know come easy go respect to the women with the job skills Not trying to them, a man to pay the bills I'm not the one to play piggyback So take the crack your legs and find another attack And that, mentality alone Keeps me a healthy home, the mad wunz
2x
I got the mad You know I got the mad I got the mad it
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Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you retire I'm hot like in the dryer I got skills that you can't I got beats that come to an end Yeah, I like your grandmother's chair, it's rare Peace to graffiti everywhere bottles of beer on the wall If I gave em to my posse, 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 Because I floored ya kick it] You probably didn't know but I a lot of pain Don't sleep or you'll be having nightmares dana dane I don't to be precocious but uhh I'm stompin on mc's 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 that are type mad The bass'll make you and make your ears 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 know I got the mad I got the mad And I'm casper...