The Mad Wunz lyrics

I got the mad wunz (3X)
You know I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz (3x)
You know I got the mad wunz

Chorus: Lord Digga

That`s right y`all, clap your hands y`all
Cheeba cheeba y`all, to the beat y`all
That`s right y`all, clap your hands y`all
Cheeba cheeba y`all, to the beat y`all

repeat

Verse One: Ase

Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack
It`s the Masta Ase honey better chill and catch a smack
to the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth
Cuz I`m gettin play all the way down South
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well make stew
You hold the bowl and I`ll do the pourin
Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and
Three little pigs made a song out of sand
The Big Bad Ase`ll blow them rhymes down man
Cuz yo I`m not a sailor and my name is not Barnacle Bill
But I run game like a carnival
Don`t try to flex or you`ll fall like September
Still got a posse just add another member
Lord D [the D stand for Digga
Rollin` Wit Umdada Masta Ase is my nigga]
Punks better slow down and check the speed limit
Get too much light and I`ma dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in your text
to chapter four, and let me break down the law
I stay away from sluts got respect for my dick
And St. Ides`ll probably kill my ass just as quick
Original the style and, rhymes in a pill and
How many brothers do I know on Rikers Island?
One two three four five I`m losing count
But no matter what the sum it`s too big of an amount

Chorus

I got the mad wunz
[kick it]

Verse Two:

You sound fresh but