Gon` Madd

[M-Child] [Chorus x2]<br><br>Associating with bullshit, got me Gon` Madd.<br>Associating with stupid hoes, got me Gon` Madd.<br>You fuck with your boy, somebody throw me some caps,<br>Somebody like anything before I kick somebody`s ass.<br><br>[M-Child]<br><br>I need green, like Don King, need a haircut,<br>So I got with the `Kaze `cause they be hooking shit up.<br>We hellified music, I got the vocals to do it,<br>Since a nigga got capped, a nigga kinda got used to it.<br>Up there on the mic, got you hyped; rocking your head.<br>Making so much noise, a nigga wake up the dead.<br>Keep an eye on you niggas that want a loaf of my bread,<br>Pop on the infrared, pop it back and fill you with lead.<br>Nigga, you can test my nuts, `cause they thought I was fake,<br>Now they (mad?) `cause if they got some Go-Go-Gadget roller skates.<br>But me, you can`t escape, `cause now I`m in your radio,<br>Better take me out, press pause, or fast-forward, hoe.<br>I`ve Gon` Madd, Madd enough to buy you some plast`,<br>Call the school; bomb threat, got my niggas outta class.<br>I want it all, so I hussle try not to fall,<br>You try to take it or make it, your whole world pause.<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br><br>[M-Child]<br><br>And to you niggas in the rap game, shit we gon` start,<br>Fuck around and how you hoes doin` shows as we got,<br>I feel ridiculous; clocked my gift from St. Nicholas,<br>Hard-core lyricist, rough is how I`m bringin` it.<br>Kamikaze thuggin` it, niggas they be jockin` it,<br>Fall up in the club, groupie hoes, they be lovin` it.<br>Heat on my hip incase a nigga get cold,<br>I`ma leave the hoe froze, plucked out with bullet hoes.<br>Money-maker, mark my word, M-Child, the top dog;<br>Test nuts if a nigga jump like a fucking frog.<br>You better make way, give me room before I stray,<br>Bombs tied around my chest, blow this bitch to outer space.<br>I ain`t playing with you, and I ain`t fucking with your needle.<br>Them Mound niggas crazy, we chiefin` the reefer.<br>My niggas cappin` the geef, big bush, knockin` out teeth,<br>Eliminate beef, I think they gone and they deep.<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br><br>[M-Child]<br><br>Now don`t let me get deep, and rap until you fall asleep,<br>Smoke on the Optimo and Big Game, like a crooked priest.<br>If a nigga got beef, yo, we can take it to the streets,<br>Put a bomb in your pager and watch it blow into chow beef.<br>I creep with a hundred motherfuckers out late,<br>Smokin` dope, sippin` syrup, not the kind you eat with pancakes.<br>Taking over shit, do whatever for the cheese,<br>I need a bladder in the water a bitch need to breathe.<br>Zero tolerance, step out a lyin` ass whoopin`,<br>You gonna be in hot water like noodles when they be cooking.<br>Overlookin` my style, sick, making niggas vomit,<br>My clan comin` through and we clean up they Comet.<br>Now you can look, but don`t touch, why you on it, I know you want it,<br>That M-Child nigga, you won`t him dead, don`t he?<br>If you just clear my weave, it`s gon` be something bad,<br>You fucking with the wrong one, my nigga, I`m Gon` Madd.<br><br>[Chorus x2]