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40 thevz – mad doggin lyrics



huh! wooh! uh!
i got my real n-gg-z in the house.
some real motherf-ckin men,
know what i’m sayin’?
ain’t no hangups, ain’t no insecurities here, n-gg-.
what you think?
you thought i was playing games or something?

[verse 1:]

i see n-gg-z lookin’ at me like i done beat up there momma,
but we ain’t got no beef it’s just a struggle for powa’.
see, when n-gg-z get together they be trippin’
eyeballin’ me just to catch my attention.
sh-t is gettin’ serious, if you didn’t notice,
n-gg-z is bustin’ instead of comin’ from the shoulders.
i can speak for cali, but i can’t speak for you.
you either step with your weapon or you step with your crew.
m-mad d-gg-n, red eyein, it’s all the same
chumps might as well ask what set i claim. (where you from?)
lookin’ at me as if i was a enemy, but if i’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 somethin’ too?
you better tuck in your leather for your trip
cause you never know when the night is who you might be f-ckin wit’.

[chorus: x2]

mad d-gg-n’. mad d-gg-n’. ain’t no need to be mad d-gg-n.
why you wanna be mad d-gg-n me?
why you wanna be mad d-gg-n me?
why you wanna be mad d-gg-n me, tryin’ to start some beef,
i got the hog in me.

[verse 2:]

why you wanna be mad d-gg-n me?
i don’t f-ck with n-body, unless they f-ckin’ with me.
i can be the rough type if you wanted it,
but most quit when they find out who they dealin’ wit.
i hate the type of n-gg-z that come to dabble
up and down sh-t, down to face sh-t.
heinsight tryin’ to prove that they got us to pick
the wrong time, wrong place, now it’s time to get it started.
b-mp that talk, if you can walk that walk
with a mouthful of salt given facial -ssaults.
gary, tom, d-ck, and mary,
n-gg-, you don’t scare me.
i got a homie by my side,
his name is dirty harry.
i don’t really wanna have to blast n-body
so don’t be starin’ at me like you plannin’ on robbin.
now you ain’t no tough guy, no rough lie, n-gg-,
keep starin’ at me you be a busted eye n-gg-.


[verse 3:]

now the 40 thevz don’t be slippin’ or trippin’
or startin’ no sh-t when it’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 n-gg- out to get me,
lookin’ at me crooked eye, when the dealer could be starin’ at suicide.
i really can’t call it,
but n-gg-z get this when you ballin’,
and ain’t involved in it.
so, now you wanna give me evil stares,
not that i really care,
but why you wanna be mad d-gg-n me?


lookin’ at me like i stole somethin’ from you.
i probably did.
but you don’t know that.

[chorus: x5]