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    "The Mad Wunz" Lyrics

    Masta Ace

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    I got the mad wunz (3X)
    You know I got the mad wunz
    I got the mad wunz (3x)
    You know I got the mad wunz

    Chorus: Lord Digga

    That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
    Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
    That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
    Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all


    Verse One: Masta Ace

    Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack
    It's the Masta Ase honey better chill and catch a smack
    to the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth
    Cuz I'm gettin play all the way down South
    And I got the dope, new, off...
    ...beat style, and you got beef well make stew
    You hold the bowl and I'll do the pourin
    Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and
    Three little pigs made a song out of sand
    The Big Bad Ase'll blow them rhymes down man
    Cuz yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not Barnacle Bill
    But I run game like a carnival
    Don't try to flex or you'll fall like September
    Still got a posse just add another member
    Lord D [the D stand for Digga
    Rollin' Wit Umdada Masta Ase is my nigga]
    Punks better slow down and check the speed limit
    Get too much light and I'ma dim it
    So yo bust the flex and turn in your text
    to chapter four, and let me break down the law
    I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick
    And St. Ides'll probably kill my ass just as quick
    Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and
    How many brothers do I know on Rikers Island?
    One two three four five I'm losing count
    But no matter what the sum it's too big of an amount


    I got the mad wunz
    [kick it]

    Verse Two:

    You sound fresh but I'm fresher
    Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure
    I got Magic in my Johnson like potion
    Try to play me Ashe you'll get rubbed like lotion
    Must to blow your trouble with the C-cypher power
    In Cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour
    Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
    The skins are too tight, baby doll I got the wrench
    I like the lowriders with the Daytons nice and shiny
    If you in the West you got the best you get the heiny
    On the other hand uptown at the Apollo
    Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow
    But I never get, I say I never get too caught up
    Because I know easy come easy go
    Nuff respect to the women with the job skills
    Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills
    Cause I'm not the one to play piggyback
    So take the crack between your legs and find another attack
    And just that, mentality alone
    Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz

    Chorus 2X

    I got the mad wunz
    You know I got the mad wunz
    I got the mad wunz
    Check it

    Verse Three:

    Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better retire
    I'm hot like clothes in the dryer
    I got skills that you can't comprehend
    I got beats that never come to an end
    Yeah, I rock like your grandmother's chair, it's rare
    Peace to graffiti writers everywhere
    Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
    If I gave em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all
    But I don't want a murder, and I never heard of your
    wack ass, so save the Flack for Roberta
    And leave on the midnight train the midnight to Georgia
    Because I floored ya [just kick it]
    You probably didn't know but I inflict a lot of pain
    Don't sleep or you'll be having Nightmares like Dana Dane
    I don't mean to be precocious but uhh
    I'm stompin on MC's with my boots like roaches
    Hey mate, the PlayMate of the month's not the one
    that I pursue, though on low she would get done
    I got the wunz that are crazy type mad
    The bass'll make you sick and make your ears go bad
    So come and get it, come and get it one time
    Before I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz


    I got the mad wunz
    You know I got the mad wunz
    I got the mad wunz
    And I'm Casper...
    This song was submitted on January 3rd, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Anthony King, Duval Clear.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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