The Mad Wunz Lyrics - Slaughtahouse - Masta Ace Incorporated

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 

'cause 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 

'cause 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 I'm fresher 

Yessir you'll get torn and, worn in, contents under pressure 

I got magic in my johnson like potion 

Try to play me ashe you'll get rubbed like lotion 

Must to blow your trouble with the c-cypher power 

In cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour 

Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch 

The skins are too tight, baby doll I got the wrench 

I like the lowriders with the daytons nice and shiny 

If you in the west you got the best you get the heiny 

On the other hand uptown at the apollo 

Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow 

But I never get, I say I never get too caught up 

Because I know easy come easy go 

Nuff respect to the women with the job skills 

Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills 

Cause I'm not the one to play piggyback 

So take the crack between your legs and find another attack 

And just that, mentality alone 

Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz 

Chorus 2x 

I got the mad wunz 

You know I got the mad wunz 

I got the mad wunz 

Check it 

Verse three: 

Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better retire 

I'm hot like clothes in the dryer 

I got skills that you can't comprehend 

I got beats that never come to an end 

Yeah, I rock like your grandmother's chair, it's rare 

Peace to graffiti writers everywhere 

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall 

If I gave em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all 

But I don't want a murder, and I never heard of your 

Wack ass, so save the flack for roberta 

And leave on the midnight train the midnight to georgia 

Because I floored ya [just kick it] 

You probably didn't know but I inflict a lot of pain 

Don't sleep or you'll be having nightmares like dana dane 

I don't mean to be precocious but uhh 

I'm stompin on mc's with my boots like roaches 

Hey mate, the playmate of the month's not the one 

That I pursue, though on low she would get done 

I got the wunz that are crazy type mad 

The bass'll make you sick and make your ears go bad 

So come and get it, come and get it one time 

Before I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz 

Chorus 

I got the mad wunz 

You know I got the mad wunz 

I got the mad wunz 

And I'm casper...