Crazaay

歌詞

Intro: [News Report] Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in America Due to excessive use of drugs and alcohol- MAAAN!!! How da fuck do you know!!!! [Larceny] My mind's just spinnin off dat indo smoke Got me seein double visions 'cause I'm tore up loc It's no joke, da weed smoke got me crazaay And da B& J got me pissy like a baby I was fuckin wit deez twinz gettin crazy endz Robbin jewelry stores for da cash and da gems Identical bastards on some fast shit Tried to stash it Took the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad shit [Trife] My conscience buggin Filled wit all the bad memories I'm visionin dead enemies tryin ta kill me In my sleep, same niggaz dat I put to rest Got me wakin up pourin down a hella sweat The drugs got a nigga high and I can't explain Tye and skunk playin tricks on my fuckin brain Shit is strange 'cause I know deez muthafuckas dead You see the murder still flash back in my head Chorus: Smokin dat denk, sippin dat drink Make a nigga act kinda crazaay (REPEAT 4X) [Larceny] Nigga it's dark, it's hard for me ta fuckin see I guess the hash and Hennesy got da best of me I got da urge for a snake related killin spree Larceny, bent on da marijuana trees Murder conracts Collectin C note stacks, I react And push the niggaz shit back (uh huh) I neva new this young buck would be a lonester 'Till they hung my picture, wanted on a poster I pack two hot glocks, fuck the holsters Neva new this lil' G would get the most of Robbin and stealin, then led to killin Makin a livin Offa muthafuckin drug dealin Then came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streets Shit got hot, my other half did a creep Handled his business 'cause he was on his third body Then laid low wit dis freak ass hottie Chorus (REPEAT 4X) [Trife] I of da Snakes Watch for fakes and jakes Blood money I make, transactions up state Sparkin weed and drinkin The buddha still got me thinkin Thoughts o' death and all the bodies that I left Face down, you know the routine for the cream Means necessary Cock suckas got buried Nigga raise up or get blazed up Who be da one lastin Cock the fifth and start blastin Try me Die instantly, a couple o' shots is all it takes Aim slugs to ya face Perpetrator fraud, I kill you and ya broad Got yo ass wishin you was out dis position Listen, the ganja have me on a mission Stick the clip in I stop all the bullshittin I get it on Trife, killin ass nigga rule the streets Creep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeep Chorus (REPEAT 4X)