[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]
