Mad Mann - Sean Price

Just a step, try to stand back

People look down at the mad mann

Only here in society

People look down at the mad mann

Take a good look, at a mad mann

I got mad plans, I got mad stans

I used to rap, but I deaded the plan

With up town, cop hard, twenty seven, the gram

Yo, I ain’t with that, this and the third

I’m only with fat dick in ya bird, you know me bitch

Slap shit out ya word, must look like a joke to ya Pull out the knife and watch it poke through ya Lightin’the dope, fuck pops, fighting my folks

Walk the street strapped, extra clip inside of my coat

I’m a motherfuckin’mad mann, off the chain

Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch

I’m all tight with it, you all right with it You type nice but not, Sean Price with it You got a ring in the rolly, but that ain’t ice tinted

You coppin'pies, don't get mad when I slice in it Cee'lo trip six bitch, throw some dice on it Four chicken wings, throw some fried rice on it Get a car, and I throw some two o's on it Dick

is hard, so I throw a few hoes on it Yo, it's nothing you can tell me or say

You funny nigga, Bill Bellamy, gay, uh Yo, I’m a mad mann, off of the chain

Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch

Aiyo, I need dollar, so I’m beefin’niggaz up In the game, with a tat, like Rasheed Wallace

Lovin’rap since Afrika Bam'

But that ain’t stoppin’me from clappin’ya fam

Wrapping crack in Saran, stackin’macs up in the van

I’m packing, what the fuck is the plan, yo

I’m a two face snake in the grass, call me a klepto

Who dick get hard from watch Money Love on Metro

I rock, Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock

Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo Get it, I said, I rock Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock

Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo