| Yeah, Yo, come up
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| I’m patient but believe I got them hammers on call
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| Cause as soon as I feel my back touch the wall
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| The music gon' stop and everybody gonna crawl
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| And the sheet rock and body parts start to fall
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| It’s madness, Niggas wanna push and push
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| Till the torch comes out and turn their brain to mush
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| I’m a top shelf nigga burning Cali kush
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| In a mink with some tangerine Nikes I’m like swoosh
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| So many women, I don’t gotta tell y’all shit
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| It’s a given you crunchy I’m livin', but Ju’s gonna do his thing
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| Diamonds clear blue in this ring, like thirty two in this ring
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| And the cash flow, just as sure as the grass grow
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| My hussle is global and I’m traveling fast yo
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| First class, grippin' that Izod
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| Drinkin' like my god, reclining with the forty gig Ipod
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| Whatcha gonna do when there is madness
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| Madness, madness baby, madness, madness
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| Whatcha gonna do when there is madness
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| Madness, madness, madness, madness
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| Madness, come on
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| Hey yo, niggas start thumpin', I’m breaking it up
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| Big mouths on the side instigating it up
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| Big Psych never ever ever fakin' the funk
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| An yo its been a long time now I’m makin' it up
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| I smell somethin' in the eir someone’s blazin' it up
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| I’m feeling shorty right there the way she’s shakin' it up
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| For my hustlers on the grind keep cakin' it up
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| Coppin' pounds, chop it down and weighin' it up
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| This is madness (madness) to make you get up
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| This is madness (madness) new keep your head up
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| I got my peoples on the streets waiting for the beats again
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| I’m hungry for your plate and I’m back to eat again
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| So finish up your food before I reach your table
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| And if you have a problem you gon' be disabled
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| Make you hot under the collar when I hop out the Impala
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| Put the Glock to your cara and pop you with a bala
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| This is
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| Whatcha gonna do when there is madness
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| Madness, madness
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| Whatcha gonna do when there is madness
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| Madness, madness |