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The Madd Rapper
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DOT vs TMR
* two versions of this song - the first has a similar beat To the original version, the second is composed of all The beats to the songs that are 'remade' in this song * Intro:greg nice & madd rapper Yo, dis a boogie down, bk connection No doubt, it's greg n-i, I'm in the house Yo, can I get a whut whut... like jigga Dem fly niggas, puff wit my niggas Went from a low income, to high figgaz Poppa die now, cuz I supply niggas Yo... it ain't my fault... it ain't my fault I got caugt, top of new york, like the war report To the streets: thank you for your support Verse 2: the madd rapper I'm known to be the maddest, in the mc field No respect in 9-8, in 9-9 its real Got a big record deal, shippin' platinum plus Hip hopperz and chart topperz, that be us No more laughin' at us, no more back of the bus Gettin' hed in the wip, high on crack and the dust My soldierz, locked down in da? penz? Yo dat brooklyn bullshit, we on it again P.o.t., Neva eva think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Peace to chickenheads and cash money M.a.d., Neva eva think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Peace to chickenheads and cash money Uh uh, see I'm a rich cat, mansion and da yaught Dancin' in da hot spot, brancin' burnin' hot I gotta 9v12 parked in the lot Drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Yo, if a bar were a hundred dollarz, baby gimme some mo If the pussy is all dried up, baby gimme some mo Four o'clock in the mornin', you hear a knock at da door Madd rappers fuckin' your daughter, in the backseat of the 4 Where my doggz at, matter of a fact where my broadz at A little nigga, but all dat Catch me at da hot spots, I dot, ice rocks Bounce wit a bad bitch, twist her back in tight nots So ya'll niggas don't wanna play my records ha Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ya'll actin like my shit ain't as hard as john blaze ha Fuckin' put me in yo magazine ha Bitches don't wanna give me my propz ha Coolin' out wit greg n.i.c.e Neva eva think of jerkin' me Work too hard for my royalty Neva eva think of jerkin' me Knock shit out like 1, 2, 3 Who dat crazy cat up in da tree Yo, dey wann sip mo(et) on my livin' room floor Jackin' my car keys and rippin' my range ro(ver) Backstage passes, and broads wit big asses Hed wit crystal and champagne glasses Uh uh, I know you heard me on your radio And you know I stole your stereo Times is hard, can't find a job Got wit 50 cent yo, showed ya'll cats how to rob Yo, you don't wanna play around, you don't wanna play around For 50 chips, i'll lay it down Pop number ones, and pop from my guns Stacks for my daughters, and nots for my sons Verse 10: madd rapper Ay-yo hi my name is, whut my name is And I walk around wit a stainless Stay wit b-boy, I fly wit birds that are brainless And one hit record, son I'm about to be famous P.o.t., Neva eva think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Peace to chickenheads and cash money M.a.d., Neva eva think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Peace to chickenheads and cash money Coolin' out wit greg n.i.c.e Neva eva think of jerkin' me Work too hard for my royalty Neva eva think of jerkin' me Knock shit out like 1, 2, 3 Who dat crazy cat up in da tree
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