Intro:
Huh! wooh! uh!
I got my real niggaz in the house.
Some real motherfuckin men,
Know what iand'm sayinand'?
Ainand't no hangups, ainand't no insecurities here, nigga.
What you think?
You thought i was playing games or something?
Verse 1:
I see niggaz lookinand' at me like i done beat up there momma,
But we ainand't got no beef itand's just a struggle for powaand'.
See, when niggaz get together they be trippinand'
Eyeballinand' me just to catch my attention.
Shit is gettinand' serious, if you didnand't notice,
Niggaz is bustinand' instead of cominand' from the shoulders.
I can speak for cali, but i canand't speak for you.
You either step with your weapon or you step with your crew.
M-mad doggin, red eyein, itand's all the same
Chumps might as well ask what set i claim. (where you from?)
Lookinand' at me as if i was a enemy, but if iand'm the enemy,
You better take a look in the mirror, g.
Could it be i look like someone you know,
Someone you knew,
Or someone you done somethinand' too?
You better tuck in your leather for your trip
Cause you never know when the night is who you might be fuckin witand'.
Chorus: repeat 2x
Mad dogginand'. mad dogginand'. ainand't no need to be mad doggin.
Why you wanna be mad doggin me?
Why you wanna be mad doggin me?
Why you wanna be mad doggin me, tryinand' to start some beef,
I got the hog in me.
Verse 2:
Why you wanna be mad doggin me?
I donand't fuck with nobody, unless they fuckinand' with me.
I can be the rough type if you wanted it,
But most quit when they find out who they dealinand' wit.
I hate the type of niggaz that come to dabble
Up and down shit, down to face shit.
Heinsight tryinand' to prove that they got us to pick
The wrong time, wrong place, now itand's time to get it started.
Bump that talk, if you can walk that walk
With a mouthful of salt given facial assaults.
Gary, tom, dick, and mary,
Nigga, you donand't scare me.
I got a homie by my side,
His name is dirty harry.
I donand't really wanna have to blast nobody
So donand't be starinand' at me like you planninand' on robbin.
Now you ainand't no tough guy, no rough lie, nigga,
Keep starinand' at me you be a busted eye nigga.
Chorus
Verse 3:
Now the 40 thevz donand't be slippinand' or trippinand'
Or startinand' no shit when itand's time to handle business.
What happened to the love?
I think it faded out late back in the sixties.
Now, i got every single nigga out to get me,
Lookinand' at me crooked eye, when the dealer could be starinand' at
Suicide.
I really canand't call it,
But niggaz get this when you ballinand',
And ainand't involved in it.
So, now you wanna give me evil stares,
Not that i really care,
But why you wanna be mad doggin me?
Outro:
Lookinand' at me like i stole somethinand' from you.
I probably did.
But you donand't know that.
Chorus: repeat 5x
