The Mad Wunz

[Intro]
I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz
You know I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz
I got the mad wunz
You know I got the mad wunz

[Hook: Lord Digga]
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack
It's the Masta Ace, honey, better chill and catch a smack
To the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth
'Cause I'm gettin play all the way down South
And I got the dope, new, off...
...beat style, and you got beef well make stew
You hold the bowl and I'll do the pourin
Rhymes are abundant like shells on the shore and
Three little pigs made a song out of sand
The Big Bad Ace'll blow them rhymes down man
'Cause yo I'm not a sailor and my name is not Barnacle Bill
But I run game like a carnival
Don't try to flex or you'll fall like September
Still got a posse just add another member
Lord D (the D stand for Digga
Rollin' Wit Umdada Masta Ace is my nigga)
Punks better slow down and check the speed limit
Get too much light and I'ma dim it
So yo bust the flex and turn in your text
To chapter four, and let me break down the law
I stay away from sluts, got respect for my dick
And St. Ides'll probably kill my ass just as quick
Original the style, and rhymes in a pile and
How many brothers do I know on Rikers Island?
One two three four five, I'm losing count
But no matter what the sum it's too big of an amount

[Hook: Lord Digga]
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all (I got the mad wunz)
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all, kick it

[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
You sound fresh but I'm fresher
Yessir you'll get torn and worn in, contents under pressure
I got Magic in my Johnson like potion
Try to play me Ashe you'll get rubbed like lotion
Must to blow your trouble with the C-cypher power
In Cali they call em one time they be gafflin every hour
Which means they be knockin, goodfellas say a pinch
The skins are too tight, baby doll I got the wrench
I like the lowriders with the Daytons nice and shiny
If you in the West you got the best you get the heiny
On the other hand, uptown at the Apollo
Chromed out with no tints and hammers make em follow
But I never get, I say I never get too caught up
Because I know easy come easy go
'Nuff respect to the women with the job skills
Not trying to find them, a man to pay the bills
'Cause I'm not the one to play piggyback
So take the crack between your legs and find another to attack
And just that, mentality alone
Keeps me a healthy happy home, the mad wunz

[Hook: Lord Digga]
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all (I got the mad wunz)
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all (you know I got the mad wunz)
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all (I got the mad wunz)
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all (check it)

[Verse 3: Masta Ace]
Bloodifier, I'm higher, kid you better retire
I'm hot like clothes in the dryer
I got skills that you can't comprehend
I got beats that never come to an end
Yeah, I rock like your grandmother's chair, it's rare
Peace to graffiti writers everywhere
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
If I gave em to my posse, they'd probably drink em all
But I don't want a murder, and I never heard of your
Wack ass, so save the Flack for Roberta
And leave on the midnight train the midnight to Georgia
Because I floored ya (just kick it)
You probably didn't know but I inflict a lot of pain
Don't sleep or you'll be having Nightmares like Dana Dane
I don't mean to be precocious, but uh...
I'm stompin on MC's with my boots like roaches
Hey mate, the PlayMate of the month's not the one
That I pursue, though on low she would get done
I got the wunz that are crazy type mad
The bass'll make you sick and make your ears go bad
So come and get it, come and get it one time
Before I have to say another rhyme on the mad wunz

[Hook: Lord Digga]
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all (I got the mad wunz)
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all (you know I got the mad wunz)
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all (I got the mad wunz)
That's right y'all, clap your hands y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, to the beat y'all (and I'm Casper...)