Mad Mann

Just a step, try to stand back
People look down at the mad mann
Only here in society
People look down at the mad mann
Take a good look, at a mad mann
I got mad plans, I got mad stans
I used to rap, but I deaded the plan
With up town, cop hard, twenty seven, the gram
Yo, I ain’t with that, this and the third
I’m only with fat dick in ya bird, you know me bitch
Slap shit out ya word, must look like a joke to ya Pull out the knife and watch it poke through ya Lightin’the dope, fuck pops, fighting my folks
Walk the street strapped, extra clip inside of my coat
I’m a motherfuckin’mad mann, off the chain
Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch
I’m all tight with it, you all right with it You type nice but not, Sean Price with it You got a ring in the rolly, but that ain’t ice tinted
You coppin’pies, don’t get mad when I slice in it Cee’lo trip six bitch, throw some dice on it Four chicken wings, throw some fried rice on it Get a car, and I throw some two o’s on it Dick is hard, so I throw a few hoes on it Yo, it’s nothing you can tell me or say
You funny nigga, Bill Bellamy, gay, uh Yo, I’m a mad mann, off of the chain
Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch
Aiyo, I need dollar, so I’m beefin’niggaz up In the game, with a tat, like Rasheed Wallace
Lovin’rap since Afrika Bam'
But that ain’t stoppin’me from clappin’ya fam
Wrapping crack in Saran, stackin’macs up in the van
I’m packing, what the fuck is the plan, yo
I’m a two face snake in the grass, call me a klepto
Who dick get hard from watch Money Love on Metro
I rock, Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock
Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo Get it, I said, I rock Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock
Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo