3.The One
W.C. And The Maad Circle
Sing it, for the niggaz with the bumps, bump, c'mon, ba, bump
Comin' through the alley with a trunk full of funk
Nigga who is you？ Who me？ Oh, I be that nigga from back in the
days
Once again up in ya, ain't a damn thing changed
Ah, stage left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin'
Get down, and ya don't quit
Yeah, yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one, one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo
(What？)
Bumpin', straight bumpin', neck thumpin'
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin'
Hardcore's the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight, I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror, mirror who's the motherfuckin' nigga？
'Cause I'm the motherfuckin' nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see？
Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab
ya
Up, up and away think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male holdin' his
dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin' my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes, hey, hey, I got a million of 'em
(What？)
Takin' this so called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers C me in a beanie
All star so clean, saggin' with my Turkish earring
Down with the mad ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin' nigga
'Cause I'm the motherfuckin' nigga, horns
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four
track
Locked down for years now releasin' myself
Lettin' my testicles swing from right left, left right then back
to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin' hood up
Cooler than a chollo, getting my stroll on
Goin' solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wanna be on my team
'Cause I'm kickin' raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin' but dug out like a booger
'Cause like Abdullah on car wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus, I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin' I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror, mirror solve the riddle
'Cause I'm the motherfuckin' nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one, shit, horns
Am I the flyest nigga？ Let it ride
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