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lirik lagu the madd rapper - dot vs. tmr (original version)

intro: d-dot and the madd rapper

alright, fears
goes out to my brooklyn n-ggas
dis how we do yo
for da b-tches
d-dot vs. the madd rapper
i love the b-tches

verse 1: d-dot

yo, can i get a whut whut…like jigga
crazy cat
dem fly n-ggas, puff wit my n-ggas
went from a low income, to high figgaz
poppa die now, cuz i supply n-ggas
yo…it ain’t my fault…it ain’t my fault
i got caugt, top of new york, like the war report
to the streets: thank you for your support

verse 2: the madd rapper

yo yo yo
i’m known to be the maddest, in the mc field
no respect in 9-8, in 9-9 its real
got a big record deal, shippin’ platinum plus
hip hopperz and chart topperz, that be us
no more laughin’ at us, no more back of the bus
gettin’ hed in the wip, high on crack and the dust
too hard
my soldierz, locked down in da ??penz??
yo dat brooklyn bullsh-t, we on it again
come on

hook: scratched
who da f-ck are you
d-dot
the madd rapper
i’ve been conversing with the madd rapper
(2x)

verse 3: d-dot

uh uh, see i’m a rich cat, mansion and da yaught
dancin’ in da hot spot, brancin’ burnin’ hot
i gotta 9v12 parked in the lot
drop, shut ’em down, open up shop

verse 4: madd rapper

yo, if a bar were a hundred dollarz, baby gimme some mo
if the p-ssy is all dried up, baby gimme some mo
four o’clock in the mornin’, you hear a knock at da door
madd rappers f-ckin’ your daughter, in the backseat of the 4

verse 5: d-dot

where my doggz at, matter of a fact where my broadz at
a little n-gga, but all dat
catch me at da hot spots, i dot, ice rocks
bounce wit a bad b-tch, twist her back in tight nots

verse 6: madd rapper

so ya’ll n-ggas don’t wanna play my records ha
ya’ll actin like my sh-t ain’t as hard as john blaze ha
f-ckin’ put me in yo magazine ha
b-tches don’t wanna give me my propz ha
well f-ck you ha

hook:

verse 7: d-dot

yo, dey wann sip mo(et) on my livin’ room floor
jackin’ my car keys and rippin’ my range ro(ver)
backstage p-sses, and broads wit big -sses
hed wit crystal and champagne gl-sses

verse 8: madd rapper

uh uh, i know you heard me on your radio
true
and you know i stole your stereo
ooh
times is hard, can’t find a job
got wit 50 cent yo, showed ya’ll cats how to rob

verse 9: d-dot

yo, you don’t wanna play around, you don’t wanna play around
for 50 chips, i’ll lay it down
pop number ones, and pop from my guns
stacks for my daughters, and nots for my sons

verse 10: madd rapper

ay-yo hi my name is, whut my name is
and i walk around wit a stainless
stay wit b-boy, i fly wit birds that are brainless
and one hit record, son i’m about to be famous

hook:

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