| Song | Mad Mann |
| Artist | Sean Price |
| Album | Monkey Barz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Price, Rovira | |
| (Chorus 2X: samples from "Knife Edge" by Emerson, Lake & Palmer) | |
| "Just a step, cried the sad man" | |
| "Take a look down at the madman" | |
| "Only fear breaks the silence" | |
| "Take a look down at the madman" | |
| (Sean Price) | |
| Take a good look, at a mad man | |
| I got mad plans, I got mad stans | |
| I used to rap, but I deaded the plan | |
| With up town, cop hard, twenty seven, the gram | |
| Yo, I ain't with that, this and the third | |
| I'm only with fat dick in ya bird, you know me bitch | |
| Slap shit out ya word, must look like a joke to ya | |
| Pull out the knife and watch it poke through ya | |
| Lightin' the dope, fuck pops, fighting my folks | |
| Walk the street strapped, extra clip inside of my coat | |
| I'm a motherfuckin' mad man, off the chain | |
| Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Sean Price) | |
| I'm all tight with it, you all right with it | |
| You type nice but not, Sean Price with it | |
| You got a ring in the rolly, but that ain't ice tinted | |
| You coppin' pies, don't get mad when I slice in it | |
| Cee'lo trip six bitch, throw some dice on it | |
| Four chicken wings, throw some fried rice on it | |
| Get a car, and I throw some two o's on it | |
| Dick is hard, so I throw a few hoes on it | |
| Yo, it's nothing you can tell me or say | |
| You funny nigga, Bill Bellamy, gay, uh | |
| Yo, I'm a mad man, off of the chain | |
| Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Sean Price) | |
| Aiyo, I need dollar, so I'm beefin' niggaz up | |
| In the game, with a tat, like Rasheed Wallace | |
| Lovin' rap since Afrika Bam' | |
| But that ain't stoppin' me from clappin' ya fam | |
| Wrapping crack in Saran, stackin' macs up in the van | |
| I'm packing, what the fuck is the plan, yo | |
| I'm a two face snake in the grass, call me a klepto | |
| Who dick get hard from watch Money Love on Metro | |
| I rock, Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock | |
| Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo | |
| Get it, I said, I rock Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock | |
| Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Price, Rovira | |
| Chorus 2X: samples from " Knife Edge" by Emerson, Lake Palmer | |
| " Just a step, cried the sad man" | |
| " Take a look down at the madman" | |
| " Only fear breaks the silence" | |
| " Take a look down at the madman" | |
| Sean Price | |
| Take a good look, at a mad man | |
| I got mad plans, I got mad stans | |
| I used to rap, but I deaded the plan | |
| With up town, cop hard, twenty seven, the gram | |
| Yo, I ain' t with that, this and the third | |
| I' m only with fat dick in ya bird, you know me bitch | |
| Slap shit out ya word, must look like a joke to ya | |
| Pull out the knife and watch it poke through ya | |
| Lightin' the dope, fuck pops, fighting my folks | |
| Walk the street strapped, extra clip inside of my coat | |
| I' m a motherfuckin' mad man, off the chain | |
| Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch | |
| Chorus | |
| Sean Price | |
| I' m all tight with it, you all right with it | |
| You type nice but not, Sean Price with it | |
| You got a ring in the rolly, but that ain' t ice tinted | |
| You coppin' pies, don' t get mad when I slice in it | |
| Cee' lo trip six bitch, throw some dice on it | |
| Four chicken wings, throw some fried rice on it | |
| Get a car, and I throw some two o' s on it | |
| Dick is hard, so I throw a few hoes on it | |
| Yo, it' s nothing you can tell me or say | |
| You funny nigga, Bill Bellamy, gay, uh | |
| Yo, I' m a mad man, off of the chain | |
| Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch | |
| Chorus | |
| Sean Price | |
| Aiyo, I need dollar, so I' m beefin' niggaz up | |
| In the game, with a tat, like Rasheed Wallace | |
| Lovin' rap since Afrika Bam' | |
| But that ain' t stoppin' me from clappin' ya fam | |
| Wrapping crack in Saran, stackin' macs up in the van | |
| I' m packing, what the fuck is the plan, yo | |
| I' m a two face snake in the grass, call me a klepto | |
| Who dick get hard from watch Money Love on Metro | |
| I rock, Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock | |
| Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo | |
| Get it, I said, I rock Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock | |
| Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Price, Rovira | |
| Chorus 2X: samples from " Knife Edge" by Emerson, Lake Palmer | |
| " Just a step, cried the sad man" | |
| " Take a look down at the madman" | |
| " Only fear breaks the silence" | |
| " Take a look down at the madman" | |
| Sean Price | |
| Take a good look, at a mad man | |
| I got mad plans, I got mad stans | |
| I used to rap, but I deaded the plan | |
| With up town, cop hard, twenty seven, the gram | |
| Yo, I ain' t with that, this and the third | |
| I' m only with fat dick in ya bird, you know me bitch | |
| Slap shit out ya word, must look like a joke to ya | |
| Pull out the knife and watch it poke through ya | |
| Lightin' the dope, fuck pops, fighting my folks | |
| Walk the street strapped, extra clip inside of my coat | |
| I' m a motherfuckin' mad man, off the chain | |
| Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch | |
| Chorus | |
| Sean Price | |
| I' m all tight with it, you all right with it | |
| You type nice but not, Sean Price with it | |
| You got a ring in the rolly, but that ain' t ice tinted | |
| You coppin' pies, don' t get mad when I slice in it | |
| Cee' lo trip six bitch, throw some dice on it | |
| Four chicken wings, throw some fried rice on it | |
| Get a car, and I throw some two o' s on it | |
| Dick is hard, so I throw a few hoes on it | |
| Yo, it' s nothing you can tell me or say | |
| You funny nigga, Bill Bellamy, gay, uh | |
| Yo, I' m a mad man, off of the chain | |
| Cranium crap, when gun clap, off with ya brain, bitch | |
| Chorus | |
| Sean Price | |
| Aiyo, I need dollar, so I' m beefin' niggaz up | |
| In the game, with a tat, like Rasheed Wallace | |
| Lovin' rap since Afrika Bam' | |
| But that ain' t stoppin' me from clappin' ya fam | |
| Wrapping crack in Saran, stackin' macs up in the van | |
| I' m packing, what the fuck is the plan, yo | |
| I' m a two face snake in the grass, call me a klepto | |
| Who dick get hard from watch Money Love on Metro | |
| I rock, Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock | |
| Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo | |
| Get it, I said, I rock Mecca, Polo, Iceberg, Fubu, but Ecko I rock | |
| Better solo, fight, hurt, shoot you and jet yo | |
| Chorus |