[M-Child] [Chorus x2]
Associating with bullshit, got me Gon` Madd.
Associating with stupid hoes, got me Gon` Madd.
You fuck with your boy, somebody throw me some caps,
Somebody like anything before I kick somebody`s ass.
[M-Child]
I need green, like Don King, need a haircut,
So I got with the `Kaze `cause they be hooking shit up.
We hellified music, I got the vocals to do it,
Since a nigga got capped, a nigga kinda got used to it.
Up there on the mic, got you hyped; rocking your head.
Making so much noise, a nigga wake up the dead.
Keep an eye on you niggas that want a loaf of my bread,
Pop on the infrared, pop it back and fill you with lead.
Nigga, you can test my nuts, `cause they thought I was fake,
Now they (mad?) `cause if they got some Go-Go-Gadget roller skates.
But me, you can`t escape, `cause now I`m in your radio,
Better take me out, press pause, or fast-forward, hoe.
I`ve Gon` Madd, Madd enough to buy you some plast`,
Call the school; bomb threat, got my niggas outta class.
I want it all, so I hussle try not to fall,
You try to take it or make it, your whole world pause.
[Chorus x2]
[M-Child]
And to you niggas in the rap game, shit we gon` start,
Fuck around and how you hoes doin` shows as we got,
I feel ridiculous; clocked my gift from St. Nicholas,
Hard-core lyricist, rough is how I`m bringin` it.
Kamikaze thuggin` it, niggas they be jockin` it,
Fall up in the club, groupie hoes, they be lovin` it.
Heat on my hip incase a nigga get cold,
I`ma leave the hoe froze, plucked out with bullet hoes.
Money-maker, mark my word, M-Child, the top dog;
Test nuts if a nigga jump like a fucking frog.
You better make way, give me room before I stray,
Bombs tied around my chest, blow this bitch to outer space.
I ain`t playing with you, and I ain`t fucking with your needle.
Them Mound niggas crazy, we chiefin` the reefer.
My niggas cappin` the geef, big bush, knockin` out teeth,
Eliminate beef, I think they gone and they deep.
[Chorus x2]
[M-Child]
Now don`t let me get deep, and rap until you fall asleep,
Smoke on the Optimo and Big Game, like a crooked priest.
If a nigga got beef, yo, we can take it to the streets,
Put a bomb in your pager and watch it blow into chow beef.
I creep with a hundred motherfuckers out late,
Smokin` dope, sippin` syrup, not the kind you eat with pancakes.
Taking over shit, do whatever for the cheese,
I need a bladder in the water a bitch need to breathe.
Zero tolerance, step out a lyin` ass whoopin`,
You gonna be in hot water like noodles when they be cooking.
Overlookin` my style, sick, making niggas vomit,
My clan comin` through and we clean up they Comet.
Now you can look, but don`t touch, why you on it, I know you want it,
That M-Child nigga, you won`t him dead, don`t he?
If you just clear my weave, it`s gon` be something bad,
You fucking with the wrong one, my nigga, I`m Gon` Madd.
[Chorus x2]
