Madman

What it is, what it do, mane Mad man, mad man They call him mad man Bendin' corners in my Chevy, drankin' while the tires screamin' Leaning out the window, deaf to it all, but shells clankin' Ears ringin' with the sound of past soldiers left leakin' When I clutch this rallo, I'm possessed by all of its demons Can't seem to get away, it just keeps pullin' me back Seems I never had a chance, that's why they call it the trap Posted up on the ave., tryin' to get me some scratch Turn a plain 'ol knapsack, into cold hard cash Now you best to watch your ass, cuz it gets real in the field There's always snakes up in the grass, so the weapons concealed I'll be damned if I let them steal, what I work to build Lord, I'm tryin' to be easy, but they pushin' me to kill Some say I'm a mad man, some say I'm a lunatic Some say I'm past gone, others just say I'm too sick I'm just a poor man out here, tryna stack my chips And if you don't like it, homie, you can suck my (gasp) Some say I'm a mad man, some say I'm a lunatic Some say I'm past gone, others just say I'm too sick I'm just a poor man out here, tryna stack my chips And if you don't like it, homie, you can suck my (gasp) My trade is diggin' ditches, I'm a bad man just ask your constituents Been killin' 'em, since I was shitin' my britches, I'm that serious Fresh out of lock up, they better lock down they bidness Cuz with the Lord as my witness, I'll have 'em sowed up like stitches Out the gate, I'm hittin' hard like switches I can't wait It's time to buckle down, let's get these riches I need cake My family's out here starvin', with no food on they plate So I'm kickin' in doors like the DEA This ain't no game, don't play with my bidness mane I'll have you in the morgue, toe tag, with no name Front page of the newspaper, call me Mr. Now and Later Get me now, guaranteed to get you later If you're lookin' for a savior, I ain't your mane I could shower for a week, and still have dirt on my hands I got the answer to your problems, like a handyman Chopper ridin' shotgun, 40 cal for each hand Some say I'm a mad man, some say I'm a lunatic Some say I'm past gone, others just say I'm too sick I'm just a poor man out here, tryna stack my chips And if you don't like it, homie, you can suck my (gasp) Some say I'm a mad man, some say I'm a lunatic Some say I'm past gone, others just say I'm too sick I'm just a poor man out here, tryna stack my chips And if you don't like it, homie, you can suck my (gasp) My lineup is the epitome of the American dream Gorillas and go-getters, out here tryna get this green I'ma get mine, by any means deemed by me Go head, try me, you got a better chance at the lottery I got a tendency, to give deep sea, swimmin' lessons, to those that cross me Bring your water wings, I'll bring the concrete, it's fin to get fishy I sip Bacardi 5150, to help ease the misery Any company's, bad company, trust is a luxury Come on, f*ck with me, show you how we do it big Sun up, to sun down, it don't ever quit Hustlin' on the bricks, in the stoods, makin' hits Six month tour trips, mane, I gotta make some chips Empty out a full clip, now if that's what it takes How many others like me, been in my place Chasin' after paper, like I'm in a damn race Facin' life with no parole, if I catch another case Some say I'm a mad man, some say I'm a lunatic Some say I'm past gone, others just say I'm too sick I'm just a poor man out here, tryna stack my chips And if you don't like it, homie, you can suck my (gasp) Some say I'm a mad man, some say I'm a lunatic Some say I'm past gone, others just say I'm too sick I'm just a poor man out here, tryna stack my chips And if you don't like it, homie, you can suck my (gasp) Uh, I'm just out here gettin' mine And if you don't like it, you know what you can do I'm in it for the family, nothin' more, nothin' less Mrs. Boss Lady, Lil' Ms. Boss Lady, Baby Boss Lady And (cluck) It's all family, you know what it is Boss ENT, already Madman, madman They call him madman