Letras:
D R I Mad Man

bear But come on in, don't be scared Mad man, he'll kick down the door Mad man, he'll call you a whore Mad man, he'll brand you a slut Mad man, he'll

they spinning shit When I took trips OT, I never winning shit I just drop then cop, and then I tennis shit Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins

around New York like he the man But he peed in his pants When he saw us at Summer Jam Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man Or I would've terrorized

I ride, I'm never worried Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd And motherfucker's die It's not the way I wanna live

know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record don

man to replace me She talked that shit, I just hit the escape key And then she?d get mad and want to go and erase me I remember Amy, she used to AIM me

*} Uhh I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G And you can't see, the D-R to the E Or my motherfuckin homey D.O

Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back I get up 'for i get down, run myself in the ground, 'for I put some wack shit out I'm tryin-a smack this

bright, I rip through mics plus I push more powder than Crystal Light Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight Get a grip bitch, this how I get through