I'm mad, ha, ha I'm mad, ha, ha I'm mad, ha, ha 20 days, ha, ha I'm mad, ha, ha A 100 ways, ha, ha I'm mad, ha, ha, ha ha You found some dice, ha, ha
: I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 20 days, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 100 ways, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha, ha ha You found some dice, ha ha Along
I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 20 days, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha 100 ways, ha ha I'm mad, ha ha, ha ha You found some dice, ha ha Along the
yo I'm V.I.P. Niggaz and bitches be eyein me I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin brothers out the frame Because I'm dangerous I'm well known like Keith Murray
all I can see is the flow I'm boutta, I'm boutta murder that shit I'm boutta, I'm boutta murder that shit I, I, I murdered that shit I, I, I murdered
the mast It's a better climb, all I had And now I know you're mad I know you're filled with hate I know that as I stand here You know I'm too late But
Big wake yo' ass up c'mon [Biggie] I'm up! I'm up. *mumbling* I'm up I'm up [P. Dad] Big, wake up! [Biggie] I'm up baby, what the fuck, man? What's
dead on KingPin You and Big just kept mad bells ringin' Cross town niggaz still fryin' I hold it down Lord niggaz ain't wid all the shit we was down for I'm
The Fam I ran with born the ghetto legend Big shot is set on and dead on KingPin You and Big just kept mad bells ringin' Cross town niggaz still fryin' I
When I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a quarter See the cross all flooded, little stones in the border And I just got a divorce so I'm looking for
stout I'm a loud mouth, drunk party is out Play this music on every route Follow Dirty, I'm the WhiteOut Catch bitches like trout, get drunk, won't stop I'm
a slow song nigga I got closer decided I should check it I saw Jasmine and one of them kids dancin' buck naked So I got the gat so I have no interference
and point it right between your eye But I got my shit together, I never flip with the weather And I always think clever I think positive and legit I
means I'm coming, too But in my song, if I say "Peace, I'm gone" that means I'm through Monster, will stomp ya, til you suffocate Turn read, now dead
of blues I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going, going, back, back, to Cali, Cali I'm going
't stand the pain then pop a 'Humphrey' I know it hurts, I'm killin' y'all Uh, we in the Range in this fucked up weather It's snowin' and I'm tryin'
sum... lose sum like a nightmare I got enough shit on ma mind I just can't care I'm on the run...runnin from whos ever gun is aimin I'm all up in the
, okay i trip it up it's easy though i'm mad weathered so and sad... to see the lies in me and why (i never try) but i'll stand (displeased) so cheap