Mad Wunz-Masta Ace Incorporated

Mad Wunz - Masta Ace Incorporated I got the mad wunz (3X) You know I got the mad wunz I got the mad wunz (3x) You know I got the mad wunz Chorus: 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 repeat Verse One: Ase Bust it, straight out the plaque like a smoke from a stack It's the Masta Ase honey better chill and catch a smack to the left check (uhh) if you speak freak watch your mouth Cuz I'm gettin play all the way down South And I got the d**e, 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 Ase'll blow them rhymes down man Cuz 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 Ase is my ni**a] 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 a** just as quick Original the style and, rhymes in a pill 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 Chorus I got the mad wunz [kick it] Verse Two: You sound fresh but