I got the mad wunz (3X)
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You know I got the mad wunz
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I got the mad wunz (3x)
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You know I got the mad wunz
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Chorus: Lord Digga
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That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
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That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
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Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
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repeat
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Verse One: Ase
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Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack
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It's the Masta Ase honey better chill and catch a smack
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to the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth
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Cuz I'm gettin play all the way down South
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And I got the dope, new, off...
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...beat style, and you got beef well make stew
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You hold the bowl and I'll do the pourin
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Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and
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Three little pigs made a song out of sand
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The Big Bad Ase'll blow them rhymes down man
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Cuz yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not Barnacle Bill
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But I run game like a carnival
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Don't try to flex or you'll fall like September
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Still got a posse just add another member
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Lord D [the D stand for Digga
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Rollin' Wit Umdada Masta Ase is my nigga]
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Punks better slow down and check the speed limit
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Get too much light and I'ma dim it
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So yo bust the flex and turn in your text
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to chapter four, and let me break down the law
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I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick
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And St. Ides'll probably kill my ass just as quick
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Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and
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How many brothers do I know on Rikers Island?
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One two three four five I'm losing count
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But no matter what the sum it's too big of an amount
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Chorus
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I got the mad wunz
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[kick it]
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Verse Two:
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You sound fresh but I'm fresher
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Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure
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I got Magic in my Johnson like potion
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Try to play me Ashe you'll get rubbed like lotion
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Must to blow your trouble with the C-cypher power
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In Cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour
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Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
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The skins are too tight, baby doll I got the wrench
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I like the lowriders with the Daytons nice and shiny
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If you in the West you got the best you get the heiny
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On the other hand uptown at the Apollo
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Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow
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But I never get, I say I never get too caught up
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Because I know easy come easy go
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Nuff respect to the women with the job skills
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Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills
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Cause I'm not the one to play piggyback
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So take the crack between your legs and find another attack
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And just that, mentality alone
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Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz
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Chorus 2X
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I got the mad wunz
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You know I got the mad wunz
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I got the mad wunz
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Check it
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Verse Three:
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Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better retire
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I'm hot like clothes in the dryer
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I got skills that you can't comprehend
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I got beats that never come to an end
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Yeah, I rock like your grandmother's chair, it's rare
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Peace to graffiti writers everywhere
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Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
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If I gave em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all
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But I don't want a murder, and I never heard of your
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wack ass, so save the Flack for Roberta
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And leave on the midnight train the midnight to Georgia
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Because I floored ya [just kick it]
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You probably didn't know but I inflict a lot of pain
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Don't sleep or you'll be having Nightmares like Dana Dane
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I don't mean to be precocious but uhh
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I'm stompin on MC's with my boots like roaches
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Hey mate, the PlayMate of the month's not the one
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that I pursue, though on low she would get done
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I got the wunz that are crazy type mad
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The bass'll make you sick and make your ears go bad
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So come and get it, come and get it one time
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Before I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz
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Chorus
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I got the mad wunz
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You know I got the mad wunz
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I got the mad wunz
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And I'm Casper...
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The Mad Wunz
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| Masta Ace Incorporated |
