M-child Lyrics - Gon Madd lyrics

Gon Madd lyrics (Lyrics)

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[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 somebodys 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 cant escape, cause now Im in your radio,
Better take me out, press pause, or fast-forward, hoe.
Ive 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 Im bringin it.
Kamikaze thuggin it, niggas they be jockin it,
Fall up in the club, groupie hoes, they be lovin it.
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Heat on my hip incase a nigga get cold,
Ima 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 aint playing with you, and I aint 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 dont 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 dont touch, why you on it, I know you want it,
That M-Child nigga, you wont him dead, dont he?
If you just clear my weave, its gon be something bad,
You fucking with the wrong one, my nigga, Im Gon Madd.

[Chorus x2]