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[Intro 1:]<br /><br />Welcome back. *audience applaudes*<br />We're here on bad boy television, and I'm Trevin Jones<br />And Ive been conversing with the Madd Rapper.<br />And quite frankly -- he's very mad.<br />We're gonna try to find out why; so well take some questions<br />At this point from our studio audience.<br />Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name, and where you're from.<br /><br />Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle<br />And, I just don't understand, why you so mad. (yo, yo)<br />Like what are you so mad about? (yo, yo, y-y-yo)<br /><br />You wanna know why, yo first of all, yo first of all you can't<br />Be askin me no question knowhatimsayin?<br />Who the fuck is you? <br />(ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper.) Youknowhatimsayin? <br />You can't be askin me no question (it's a family oriented show.)<br />I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatimsayin?<br />I'ma tell you why I'm mad. I'ma tell you why I'm mad. These niggaz is makin five hundred thousand dollar videos, yunusayin? They drivin around in hot cars, yunusayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit.<br />(Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language.)<br />Youknowhatimsayin? I'm still livin with my moms, youknowhatimsayin? That's my word.<br />Yunusayin? I'm makin records I ain't made no money yet I done made this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album!<br />I ain't made a dime yet. This nigga made one album, he makin wild Records. <br />That 'Ready to Die' shit, it was aight, it was aight, yunumsayin, that shit was aight, it was cool.<br />But my shit is more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit. And they not recognizing, they not sayin I recognize.<br />And fuck is that, who is you to be askin me questions, youknowhatimsayin? who is you? <br />*Madd Rapper fades out*<br /><br />[Intro 2:]<br /><br />{cut and scratched:}<br />I gots to talk. I gotta tell what I feel.<br />I gotta talk about my life as I see it!<br /><br />This goes out to you<br />This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you...<br /><br />Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns<br />As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons<br />Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan<br />Its that rap phenomenon don-dadda, fuck poppa<br />You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White<br />In tank-light totes, tote iron<br />Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin<br />Keep extra clips for extra shit<br />Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap<br />The mo shady, {tell em!}, frankie baby<br />Ain't no tellin where I may be<br />May see me in D.C. at Howard homecomin<br />With my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin<br />You should know my steelo<br />Went from ten gs for blow to thirty gs a show<br />To orgies with hoes I never seen befo<br />So, Jesus, get off the notorious<br />Penis, before I squeeze and bust<br />If the beef between us, we can settle it<br />With the chrome and metal shit<br />I make it hot, like a kettle get<br />You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya? <br />You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure<br />{Biggie, how are you gonna do it?} <br /><br />[Chorus X4:]<br />Kick in the door, wavin the four-four<br />All you heard was poppa dont hit me no more<br /><br />On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet<br />Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death<br />Should I start your breath should I let you die<br />In fear you start to cry, ask why<br />Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the word sick<br />You cursed it, but rehearsed it<br />I drop unexpectedly like bird shit<br />You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money<br />Dont forget the publishin, I punish em, I'm done with them<br />Son, I'm surprised you run with them<br />I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothin but dicks<br />Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks<br />Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, thats sick<br />Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click<br />Take trips to Cairo, layin with yo bitch<br />I know you prayin you was rich, fuckin prick<br />When I see ya I'ma<br /><br />[Chorus X4]<br /><br />This goes out for those that choose to use<br />Disrespectful views on the king of NY<br />Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye<br />Now ya braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin it<br />Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight<br />Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson<br />Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante<br />You wanna get on son, you need to ask me<br />Ain't no other king in this rap thing<br />They siblings, nothing but my chilren<br />One shot, they disappearin<br />It's ill when, MCs used to be on cruddy shit<br />Took home, 'Ready to Die', listened, studied shit<br />Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue<br />They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly<br />Make the white shake, thats why my money never funny<br />And you still recoupin, stupid *echoes*...
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[Intro 1:]<br /><br />Welcome back. *audience applaudes*<br />We're here on bad boy television, and I'm Trevin Jones<br />And Ive been conversing with the Madd Rapper.<br />And quite frankly -- he's very mad.<br />We're gonna try to find out why; so well take some questions<br />At this point from our studio audience.<br />Yes ma'am, please stand and state your name, and where you're from.<br /><br />Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle<br />And, I just don't understand, why you so mad. (yo, yo)<br />Like what are you so mad about? (yo, yo, y-y-yo)<br /><br />You wanna know why, yo first of all, yo first of all you can't<br />Be askin me no question knowhatimsayin?<br />Who the fuck is you? <br />(ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper.) Youknowhatimsayin? <br />You can't be askin me no question (it's a family oriented show.)<br />I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatimsayin?<br />I'ma tell you why I'm mad. I'ma tell you why I'm mad. These niggaz is makin five hundred thousand dollar videos, yunusayin? They drivin around in hot cars, yunusayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit.<br />(Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language.)<br />Youknowhatimsayin? I'm still livin with my moms, youknowhatimsayin? That's my word.<br />Yunusayin? I'm makin records I ain't made no money yet I done made this is my fourth album yo, this my fourth album!<br />I ain't made a dime yet. This nigga made one album, he makin wild Records. <br />That 'Ready to Die' shit, it was aight, it was aight, yunumsayin, that shit was aight, it was cool.<br />But my shit is more John Blaze than that! I got John Blaze shit. And they not recognizing, they not sayin I recognize.<br />And fuck is that, who is you to be askin me questions, youknowhatimsayin? who is you? <br />*Madd Rapper fades out*<br /><br />[Intro 2:]<br /><br />{cut and scratched:}<br />I gots to talk. I gotta tell what I feel.<br />I gotta talk about my life as I see it!<br /><br />This goes out to you<br />This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you...<br /><br />Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns<br />As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons<br />Get in that ass, quick fast, like ramadan<br />Its that rap phenomenon don-dadda, fuck poppa<br />You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White<br />In tank-light totes, tote iron<br />Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin<br />Keep extra clips for extra shit<br />Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap<br />The mo shady, {tell em!}, frankie baby<br />Ain't no tellin where I may be<br />May see me in D.C. at Howard homecomin<br />With my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin<br />You should know my steelo<br />Went from ten gs for blow to thirty gs a show<br />To orgies with hoes I never seen befo<br />So, Jesus, get off the notorious<br />Penis, before I squeeze and bust<br />If the beef between us, we can settle it<br />With the chrome and metal shit<br />I make it hot, like a kettle get<br />You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya? <br />You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure<br />{Biggie, how are you gonna do it?} <br /><br />[Chorus X4:]<br />Kick in the door, wavin the four-four<br />All you heard was poppa dont hit me no more<br /><br />On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet<br />Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death<br />Should I start your breath should I let you die<br />In fear you start to cry, ask why<br />Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the word sick<br />You cursed it, but rehearsed it<br />I drop unexpectedly like bird shit<br />You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money<br />Dont forget the publishin, I punish em, I'm done with them<br />Son, I'm surprised you run with them<br />I think they got cum in them, cause they, nothin but dicks<br />Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks<br />Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, thats sick<br />Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click<br />Take trips to Cairo, layin with yo bitch<br />I know you prayin you was rich, fuckin prick<br />When I see ya I'ma<br /><br />[Chorus X4]<br /><br />This goes out for those that choose to use<br />Disrespectful views on the king of NY<br />Fuck that, why try, throw bleach in your eye<br />Now ya braille in it, stash that light shit, or scalin it<br />Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight<br />Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson<br />Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante<br />You wanna get on son, you need to ask me<br />Ain't no other king in this rap thing<br />They siblings, nothing but my chilren<br />One shot, they disappearin<br />It's ill when, MCs used to be on cruddy shit<br />Took home, 'Ready to Die', listened, studied shit<br />Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue<br />They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly<br />Make the white shake, thats why my money never funny<br />And you still recoupin, stupid *echoes*...
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