The Mad Rapper - Dot Vs. TMR (Remix) lyrics

* two versions of this song - the first has a similar beat To the original version, the second is composed of all The beats to the songs that are "remade" in this song * Intro: greg nice & madd rapper Yo, dis a boogie down, bk connection No doubt, it's greg n-i, i'm in the house Madd rapper Dis how we do yo No doubt D-dot...turn it out D-dot...turn it out Crazy cat No doubt Dis is da remix Verse 1: d-dot Yo, can i get a whut whut...like jigga Crazy cat Dem fly n***as, puff wit my n***as Went from a low income, to high figgaz Poppa die now, cuz i supply n***as 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 bullsh**, we on it again Come on Hook: greg nice P.o.t., Neva eva think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Peace to chickenheads and cash money M.a.d., Neva eva think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Peace to chickenheads and cash money 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 p**y is all dried up, baby gimme some mo Four o'clock in the mornin', you hear a knock at da door Madd rappers f**in' 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 n***a, but all dat Catch me at da hot spots, i dot, ice rocks Bounce wit a bad b**h, twist her back in tight nots Verse 6: madd rapper So ya'll n***as don't wanna play my records ha Ya'll actin like my sh** ain't as hard as john blaze ha f**in' put me in yo magazine ha b**hes don't wanna give me my propz ha Well f** you ha Hook: D.o.t Coolin' out wit greg n.i.c.e Neva eva think of jerkin' me Work too hard for my royalty M.a.d Neva eva think of jerkin' me Knock sh** out like 1,2,3 Who dat crazy cat up in da tree 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 pa**es, and broads wit big a**es Hed wit crystal and champagne gla**es 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: greg nice P.o.t., Neva eva think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Peace to chickenheads and cash money M.a.d., Neva eva think of jerkin' me I work too hard for my royalty Peace to chickenheads and cash money D.o.t Coolin' out wit greg n.i.c.e Neva eva think of jerkin' me Work too hard for my royalty M.a.d Neva eva think of jerkin' me Knock sh** out like 1,2,3 Who dat crazy cat up in da tree