[Verse 1: Julius]
Let me tell you a lil' story about n***a named Mad, he
Didn't have a pot to piss in, he was livin' way bad, he
Grew up in South Central where them killas hang at
Them bitches hang at, them dealers hang at
Ghetto-ass n***a, so muhfuckin' wild
Refer to everybody like they his mother's sister's child
Like, "What up cuzz?", he always trippin'
Bangin' 5-Deuce, he was Broadway Crippin'

[Hook]
Mad-Man is the n***a name
He didn't give a damn, man all he did was bang
Rep that blue flag man like it ain't no thang
Always on the dough, always had weed or blow
If you know I say, Mad Man is the n***a name
He didn't give a damn, man all he did was bang
Rep that blue flag man, like it ain't no thang
Ask me how I know, "Yo, that's my older bro"

[Verse 2]
Yo, he was serving white like Alice from the Brady Bunch
Yale and a bunch of braids bangin' in the 80's son
Royal blue Chevy with the dope in the back
Like his bitches like his kicks, with no strings attached
Grab a pair of suede Pumas, he's the freshest on the scene
Dress with jeans cuffed up like they heading to the beam
Mom's couldn't find him, he was always missin'
9-millimeter he was always grippin'
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yo, the pigs locked him up
For what reason? I ain't gotta say it
For obvious reasons, I leave it for your imagination
He got out of jail, started a rap clique right away
And the U.N.G is tatted on my wrist, by the way (U.N.G!)
Now he 'bout his rhymes, yo he quit with the crime game
Mind on his art, yo just picture his mind frame
Now he's grown up, now his thoughts way different
But he still a G, don't get that part way twisted

[Hook]