M-Child - Gon' Madd lyrics

[M-Child] [Chorus x2] Associating with bullsh**, got me Gon' Madd. Associating with stupid hoes, got me Gon' Madd. You f** with your boy, somebody throw me some caps, Somebody like anything before I kick somebody's a**. [M-Child] I need green, like Don King, need a haircut, So I got with the 'Kaze 'cause they be hooking sh** up. We hellified music, I got the vocals to do it, Since a n***a got capped, a n***a kinda got used to it. Up there on the mic, got you hyped; rocking your head. Making so much noise, a n***a wake up the dead. Keep an eye on you n***as that want a loaf of my bread, Pop on the infrared, pop it back and fill you with lead. n***a, you can test my nuts, 'cause they thought I was fake, Now they (mad?) 'cause if they got some Go-Go-Gadget roller skates. But me, you can't escape, 'cause now I'm in your radio, Better take me out, press pause, or fast-forward, hoe. I've Gon' Madd, Madd enough to buy you some plast', Call the school; bomb threat, got my n***as outta cla**. I want it all, so I hussle try not to fall, You try to take it or make it, your whole world pause. [Chorus x2] [M-Child] And to you n***as in the rap game, sh** we gon' start, f** around and how you hoes doin' shows as we got, I feel ridiculous; clocked my gift from St. Nicholas, Hard-core lyricist, rough is how I'm bringin' it. Kamikaze thuggin' it, n***as they be jockin' it, Fall up in the club, groupie hoes, they be lovin' it. Heat on my hip incase a n***a get cold, I'ma leave the hoe froze, plucked out with bullet hoes. Money-maker, mark my word, M-Child, the top dog; Test nuts if a n***a jump like a f**ing frog. You better make way, give me room before I stray, Bombs tied around my chest, blow this b**h to outer space. I ain't playing with you, and I ain't f**ing with your needle. Them Mound n***as crazy, we chiefin' the reefer. My n***as cappin' the geef, big bush, knockin' out teeth, Eliminate beef, I think they gone and they deep. [Chorus x2] [M-Child] Now don't let me get deep, and rap until you fall asleep, Smoke on the Optimo and Big Game, like a crooked priest. If a n***a got beef, yo, we can take it to the streets, Put a bomb in your pager and watch it blow into chow beef. I creep with a hundred motherf**ers out late, Smokin' dope, sippin' syrup, not the kind you eat with pancakes. Taking over sh**, do whatever for the cheese, I need a bladder in the water a b**h need to breathe. Zero tolerance, step out a lyin' a** whoopin', You gonna be in hot water like noodles when they be cooking. Overlookin' my style, sick, making n***as vomit, My clan comin' through and we clean up they Comet. Now you can look, but don't touch, why you on it, I know you want it, That M-Child n***a, you won't him dead, don't he? If you just clear my weave, it's gon' be something bad, You f**ing with the wrong one, my n***a, I'm Gon' Madd. [Chorus x2]