I'm mad, ha, ha I'm mad, ha, ha I'm mad, ha, ha 20 days, ha, ha I'm mad, ha, ha A 100 ways, ha, ha I'm mad, ha, ha, ha ha You found some dice, ha, ha
: I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 20 days, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 100 ways, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha, ha ha You found some dice, ha ha Along
I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 20 days, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 100 ways, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha, ha ha You found some dice, ha ha Along the
, until I started jammin 'em I'm behind the doors now, but I'm the one slammin 'em I did what I had to, to get where I got Though I'll admit, what
When I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a quarter See the cross all flooded, little stones in the border And I just got a divorce so I'm looking for
stout I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out Play this music on every route Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't stop I'm
a slow song nigga I got closer decided I should check it I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin' buck naked So I got the gat so I have no interference
and point it right between your eye But I got my shit together, I never flip with the weather And I always think clever I think positive and legit I
means I'm coming, too But in my song, if I say "Peace, I'm gone" that means I'm through Monster, will stomp ya, til you suffocate Turn read, now dead
of blues I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going
't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey' I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather It's snowin' and I'm tryin'
sum... lose sum like a nightmare I got enough shit on ma mind I just can't care I'm on the run...runnin from whos ever gun is aimin I'm all up in the
, okay i trip it up it's easy though i'm mad weathered so and sad... to see the lies in me and why (i never try) but i'll stand (displeased) so cheap
muthafuckin hill We all strapped to kill Chill hittin licks in the wind that never ceases Mad cause they askin me for three dollar pieces How the fuck I'm
, watchin the vibe Forgettin' all about the stress, thanking god I'm alive It's so simple, I had to keep the song simple When I get home I'm gonna open
to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me {I'm out for dead
I were a football player, I'd probably be lawrence taylor Blockin' these hatas off, be mad Cause they know master p's got it goin' man That's why I fuck
the Gemini mixer Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers I'm cappin' hard 'cuz I got this rap shit sold From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road You know my steez, I
