Everybody's Crazy

Peace

Peace yo

Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah

Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god

D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided

By angels with white wings

Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful

Gangster see gangster do

I'm Langston Hughes predecessor

Gun on my dresser slang

I use upset college professor

More knowledge than Webster dictionary

Obituary column plus sign 'em

The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming

The jig is up gut 'em like fish

Swiss cheese 'em up

My wrist is freezing up sick

Of these ducks on my hiatus

Poking out their chest like

They tall as sky scrapers

But they small as a shanty

In a African village

Soft as cotton candy we assassins

Let the shottie off in club floors

Pellets spraying your familiar

You screaming like you love war

Everybody's crazy somebody's gonna get shot

Get rob get done get stomp get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy

Somebody's gonna get shot

Get rob get done get stomp get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace f**k you with a fist in your ass

You pussy with yeast

You shook of the streets you a Sisqo fag

You know blood baths

I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em

8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting

'Cause now instead of coke rhymes

It's laying

No analog it's digital criminals

Turned rapper times is changing

Niggaz get flashier houses more plusher

Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger

Hands on the clock keep turning

Hands on a glock they keep squeezing

Bullets stop in your sternum

They stop you from breathing

I'm light years far your mouth get all white

When I'm near you

I frighten your heart

I want you to watch me notice stare look closer

Feel I'm who you posed to be real

I know it hurts you

Soldiers approach you you want to squash it

You older than most dudes although Nas

Did you and your whole crew but

Everybody's crazy somebody's gonna get shot

Get rob get done get stomp get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Thugs love ladies

And ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy

Somebody's gonna get shot

Get rob get done get stomp get drop

Ladies love thugs

And my thugs love hip hop

Peace I know where niggaz sleep

It's too many schemes too many plots

War plus money and man

I got too many spots

Hungry niggaz get tutored

To thinking new shit to come up

Killers f**k with killers

You sleeping you getting stuck up

Not me I'm not ready

I'm low but I be watching

We all connected so your man know my man

Your man knows my fam' they was cool

When they was locked up

Beat cases and now niggaz back

On the block what

Brothers is taking secret routes

When they drive

Tinted windows ears to the street

Stay on their job

Peep niggaz that got prices

On their head so high

Their own my will take the contract surprise

So we play a mental game intimidation

Got pussy niggaz get

Pressed up on and paying

I wish these niggaz would step up

Wait for the day and

Since I'm famous they thinking assault

Rifles won't be spraying

Who ever thinking coming

To my vault for the safe

I got some niggaz with acid

Get it thrown in your face

Play dirty catch your moms in J-30

Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now

Everybody's crazy somebody's gonna get shot

Get rob get done get stomp get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy

Somebody's gonna get shot

Get rob get done

Get stomp get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop