MadNess - Revised

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Aug 4, 2002
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bringin back the locos
Blue Nose comin with the North West Locals
gotta network bigger than T Mobile
rollin on spokes with 2 grams in my coat hopeful
you gonna overdose fuckin with tacomas most vocal

we get it crackin - this is madness

we get it crackin sucka this is mutha fuckin madness

im not tryin 2 be down cause i wanna come up,
im fit 2 conquer any obstacle that try 2 run up//
i never gave a fuck, your enemy until i made a buck-
now im addicted to the easy life im mobbin in my chucks// -goin nuts-
for the bigger cut, ima end up standin in the bank with an automatic trigger stuck//
cuz ima get paid - then sip on xo hennessey on a boat in the bay// as if i got it made,
but yet and still i never do- ill spend my lifetime searchin for a legal source of revenue//
tho im far 2 clever dood im hella rude i look at U like PSSHH WHATEVA FOO//
i stay on point just like stilletto shoes and not afflicted by the ghetto blues//
we maintain image as a ruthless rebel crew who spend they time producin music -
cuz shit is all about the benjamins and movin groups of these units
so i got new shit when others didnt do shit- im headin 2 the bank & then im cruisin/

(x2)bringin back the locos
Blue Nose comin with the North West Locals
gotta network bigger than T Mobile
rollin on spokes with 2 grams in my coat hopeful
you gonna overdose fuckin with tacomas most vocal

strait out the mouth of the madness
comes a mutha fucka creatin music just like magic//
wrote a couple flows gettin blowed in the cadillac with 2tragic-
now im back on the mic witta glass of cognac and some cannabis//
im never second guessin myself like can the public handle tdhis?
at times the methods can be scandolous but i mass produce my manifest//
rollin with my savages - defeatin all weak challenges//
pushin beats like weight i gone and tipped ya balances//
like misdirection my goals to throw ya off track//
dont gotta floss; a mental case, told ya suckas that the boss back..
hit the track burnin dual exhuast minus tops rollin gloss black//
now what it cost? to get you mutha fuckas off my nut sack//
smokin too much chronic now my lungs black, rippin drippin hot wax
crippin hip hop fans cop stacks and never talk back
cuz they crackin king shit up in they walk mans//
like man fuck pop bands i play em bout as often as the glock jams//
now who got plans of goin soft- i gotta hot scam/
cuz i want diamonds planted in my watch band//