Oh girl, I'm mad about you I'm mad about you Can't you tell When I look in your eyes I'm mad about you I'm mad about you I go crazy with All of the
Tradução: Masacre. Loco por ti.
you" with a capital I Look who's back to antagonize You don't like it? You can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot
go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I, only f-ck with mailmen with heroin from Boca N-ggas that'll smoke you while you staring
Intro: Puff Daddy As we proceed to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherfuckers get live motherfuckers -- 2X As we proceed to give you what you need
as tap To cap a total stranger's rug rat Waitin on the bus mad Not another mustard?puff?slug through lung and lunch bag Fuck cats actin adamant about
You still the same lame from a year ago I know you aint raw You aint graduated with the gladiators You're jus practice for the young assassinators Ey, you know you
the force of the imagination, you dig what I'm saying? But I see your mind's playing tricks You thought you got the channel but you couldn't get a fix
So if you can not rap I will just slap YOU If you wants to pick up on your nose be shows the chrome and then we cap, YOU It's too bad, dem cyan't understand
hit you back Jack, League gimme some of dat [Chorus:] RUMBLE~! Let's get ready to RUMBLE~! [x3] [Melquan:] I throw the jab, package crazy rappers Son slaughter
engraved All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter
mad mad world we've been living everyday What you gone to say all man say I'm a fuck up Living don't throw it away It's a mad mad world we've been living
go get high 'Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch And you bought it, so don't be mad I got rich Ask your grandparents, is life the same
court You know what I'm sayin'? It's all about the money, baby If it ain't about the money, it ain't about shit To all you niggas runnin' 'round here
Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back
million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay me, nothing you say matters enough that you
gets Niggas expect me to go pop, oh, stop Y'all about the champagne, I'm about the toast I only fuck with mailmen, with heroin from Boca Niggas that'll smoke you while you
