? ?am I evil into ? am I evil into ? You wanna sex me o? what ? ? wanna possess me of what ? You wanna bang me o? what ? ? wanna possess me but ... ...watch out da karma coma guy, You
rule you all should obey: Eat from the four basic food groups everyday. Have bread, and vegetables too, Some dairy products, but whatever you do Don't you
Consider this your fair warning There's no turning back now You're leaving your Blanket of cleansed gospel For the smut of vicious truth You won't need
way about you baby.. Chorus: mad about you baby, mad about you baby I want you for my boo, i'm so in love with you mad about you babe, mad about you
in it Why you want drama with me, I ain't gonna blast you Before I put the money on ya head I?m a ask you nigga Wow, what you so mad at now? Go get
in this world that is as it seems? With a looking glass that only can reflect the past This image of freedom will never last Come all you mad men Join
shawty, no, I ain't mad at you But you can't fuck with me, I'm mo' badder than you My waist skinny, my ass more fatter than you Sorry for being conceited
classy that ain't classy that ain't classy You want it you need it I got it you want you need it I got it , cause this is how its going down , you want it you
out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down To the tube sock, the same ol' pimp Mase, you
' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things After mad blunts and gin we had the plan made I bought my wifey a crib, I bought the mafia, a arcade Mad
you can do is check your distribution My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad 'Cause I tell it how it is, and you
I'll blow you away) [Verse: B.I.G.] Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods
you Wiki "Willy" you get super O.G. Honeys always rush me 'cause I'm fly, fly, fly Dummies, they can't touch me 'cause I'm floating sky high I stay niggerrific, you
pray the shit'll never stop You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop But now the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something
to my fans You see they wouldn't understand You can try but you'll never understand this Try an' try but you'll never understand this You can try but you
shit O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O
man (repeat 4X) Take a look at me, everything I own's iced out Pimp baby, you can see my wrists with the lights out This is how I do it, mad bitches
