[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
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Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
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Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
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Cause they don't know nothin 'bout me
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[Obie Trice]
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Trice is the truth, puncture your roof
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If what I enunciate ain't gettin through you
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Listen nigga, School Craft raised me
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Hey bay-bay, you don't wanna fuckin play with me
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I got the K covered up in the back
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Got the pistol on my side nigga, O stay strapped
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Stacks in the jeans, this is a natural thing
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I don't act out a movie, I'm actually the scene
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I pull up on the scene, nigga holla back
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With a bad bitch Italian and black
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They don't take double takes, they take Kodaks
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Coast through the club relaxed, where the V.I.P. at
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Coast under the cub, post underneath the duds
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Supposed to, I'm a muh'fuckin thug
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But they say he crazy cause he don't give a fuck
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First nigga play me, light his ass up
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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Yeah I'm crazy, the hood made me
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So O abide by the code on the daily
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Niggaz get it twisted, bitches get it twisted
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Cause I live like unrealistically
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Ay, my nigga Breed in the booth with me
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Motor City 'til them paul bearers dig me
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underneath the soil
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Ain't no future in your frontin, nigga I'm Detroit loyal
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[MC Breed]
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Oh so what you know karate? I know crazy
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Hit you with somethin leave your left side lazy
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Comin for the whole shebang, yup, believe that
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Take it like I want it, get behind ya like I need that
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'Til I get more "Whassup's" than Martin
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Get drunk, come through, bust up the party
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Tonight, very night, Breed and Obie Trice
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You say our ass crazy, yeah you motherfuckin right
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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Say I need Ritalin, cause when the choppers start riddlin
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Bodies start droppin, disappearin
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Tempers start flarin, nigga nuttin up
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Ain't no comin back from that bruh
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Ay, bad days some faggot in a bag
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Give a fuck what neighborhood you at
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What Dilla dick you suckin, when the pistols buckin
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Lord knows someone family's sufferin
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And I ain't the nigga that'll start the beef
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I lay back, I ain't got a problem with G
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But lick her and niggaz like twelve hits of E
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Suicidal, somebody on their way to meet Jesus
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These demons keep chasin me
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Get away from me, or the AK speaks
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No wonder why they see him as a freak
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Say he crazy, in the muh'fuckin street
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[Chorus]
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Crazy
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Obie Trice |