[Intro]
Ah yo the mad face
When you see that shit
You know it's that hardcore hiphop

[Hook]
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4

[Verse 1]
N***a, I got a face only a mother could love
You a candy on a stick n***a, suck and fall off
And if I kill anybody, ye, whatsup at the club
I'll be the life of the party, motherfucker whatsup
I'll be that Mob Deep, Fat Joe, Brooklyn shit
Bitch, that shit survive me
[to be continued...]

[Hook]
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4

[Verse 2]
Ay, yo, yo, I'm talking way way way back
Momma said "Paul, you better stop playing like that"
"Keep playing with your face, gonna stay like that"
Momma never 'allow my fucking face stay like that
Sometimes I makе the mad face for fun
Scaring old ladies, making kids run
You havе a mad face too if you know where I'm from
So n***as won't fuck with you, coz you don't look like you da one
In 93, the mad face was established
I represent the United States ghetto, and the madness
Coz you can get stabbed and shot, even if you the baddest
And the mad face, [....] of Paris
You might see me in the hood, around
Just standing on the block, drinking henny, blowing woodies down
Criminal mind, like the boogie down
All my mad face n***a's lets go, pull your hoodies down
[Hook]
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4
Pull your hoodie down, let me see your mad face x4

[Instrumental Outro]