Mad-Man

[Verse 1: Julius] Let me tell you a lil' story about nigga named Mad, he Didn't have a pot to piss in, he was livin' way bad, he Grew up in South Central where them killas hang at Them bitches hang at, them dealers hang at Ghetto-ass nigga, so muhfuckin' wild Refer to everybody like they his mother's sister's child Like, "What up cuzz?", he always trippin' Bangin' 5-Deuce, he was Broadway Crippin' [Hook] Mad-Man is the nigga name He didn't give a damn, man all he did was bang Rep that blue flag man like it ain't no thang Always on the dough, always had weed or blow If you know I say, Mad Man is the nigga name He didn't give a damn, man all he did was bang Rep that blue flag man, like it ain't no thang Ask me how I know, "Yo, that's my older bro" [Verse 2] Yo, he was serving white like Alice from the Brady Bunch Yale and a bunch of braids bangin' in the 80's son Royal blue Chevy with the dope in the back Like his bitches like his kicks, with no strings attached Grab a pair of suede Pumas, he's the freshest on the scene Dress with jeans cuffed up like they heading to the beam Mom's couldn't find him, he was always missin' 9-millimeter he was always grippin' [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, the pigs locked him up For what reason? I ain't gotta say it For obvious reasons, I leave it for your imagination He got out of jail, started a rap clique right away And the U.N.G is tatted on my wrist, by the way (U.N.G!) Now he 'bout his rhymes, yo he quit with the crime game Mind on his art, yo just picture his mind frame Now he's grown up, now his thoughts way different But he still a G, don't get that part way twisted [Hook]