(feat. D-Dot)



[Intro: D-Dot and The Madd Rapper]



Alright, Fears

Goes Out To My Brooklyn Niggaz

Dis how we do yo

For Da Bitches

D-Dot Vs. The Mass Rapper

I Love The Bitches



[Verse 1: d-dot]



Yo, can i get a whut whut...like jigga

Crazy cat

Dem fly niggaz, puff wit my niggaz

Went from a low income, to high figgaz

Poppa die now, cuz i supply niggaz

Yo...it ain't my fault...it ain't my fault

I got caugt, top of new york, like the war report

To the streets: thank you for your support



[Verse 2: the madd rapper]



Yo yo yo

I'm known to be the maddest, in the mc field

No respect in 9-8, in 9-9 its real

Got a big record deal, shippin' platinum plus

Hip hopperz and chart topperz, that be us

No more laughin' at us, no more back of the bus

Gettin' hed in the wip, high on crack and the dust

Too hard

My soldierz, locked down in da ??penz??

Yo dat brooklyn bullshit, we on it again

Come on



[Hook: Scratched]

Who Da Fuck Are You

D-Dot

The Madd Rapper

I've Been Conversing With The Madd Rapper

[x2]



[Verse 3: d-dot]



Uh uh, see i'm a rich cat, mansion and da yaught,

Dancin' in da hot spot, brancin' burnin' hot

I gotta 9v12 parked in the lot

Drop, shut 'em down, open up shop



[Verse 4: madd rapper]



Yo, if a bar were a hundred dollarz, baby gimme some mo

If the pussy is all dried up, baby gimme some mo

Four o'clock in the mornin', you hear a knock at da door

Madd rappers fuckin' your daughter, in the backseat of the 4



[Verse 5: d-dot]



Where my doggz at, matter of a fact where my broadz at

A little nigga, but all dat

Catch me at da hot spots, i dot, ice rocks

Bounce wit a bad bitch, twist her back in tight nots



[Verse 6: madd rapper]



So ya'll niggaz don't wanna play my records ha

Ya'll actin like my shit ain't as hard as john blaze ha

Fuckin' put me in yo magazine ha

Bitches don't wanna give me my propz ha

Well fuck you ha



[Hook:]



[Verse 7: d-dot]



Yo, dey wann sip mo(et) on my livin' room floor

Jackin' my car keys and rippin' my range ro(ver)

Backstage passes, and broads wit big asses

Hed wit crystal and champagne glasses



[Verse 8: madd rapper]



Uh uh, i know you heard me on your radio

True

And you know i stole your stereo

Ooh

Times is hard, can't find a job

Got wit 50 cent yo, showed ya'll cats how to rob



[Verse 9: d-dot]



Yo, you don't wanna play around, you don't wanna play around

For 50 chips, i'll lay it down

Pop number ones, and pop from my guns

Stacks for my daughters, and nots for my sons



[Verse 10: madd rapper]



Ay-yo hi my name is, whut my name is

And i walk around wit a stainless

Stay wit b-boy, i fly wit birds that are brainless

And one hit record, son i'm about to be famous



[Hook:]