Crazy lyrics

by

Murs


[Intro]
It go, Run dum dum, This for my n*ggas selling yayo
I said Run dum dum, keep it bussin' every day yo

[Verse 1]
Four Four with the nose leakin', still workin
Back up in this b*tch like a lab surgeon
Fired up, leave a snitch n*gga wide if he wired up
Yeah, huh, Jaw shut
Pool butts
Ran to the bread but only got crusts
So me grindin' with that iron is a real must
And it will bust, trust
So hush little boy hush
It's a man's world
You can go and keep it j*rkin do your dance girl
I'm a cold n*gga
Street entrepreneur trying to gain figures
Huh, plus I heard you was a lame n*gga
Nah n*gga, no need to explain n*gga
First off see you never did your thing n*gga
Looked up in the year book and seen you was the same n*gga
Take you back to as a child
Where you was runnin from the same n*ggas that is bustas now
So you drink to sterilize your pain
And you never sober, should of been a soldier
[Hook]
Up jumps the boogie to the bang bang boogie not another n*gga f*ckin' with me
I go upside your head, leave a mother f*cker dead and I dare an eye witness to see
I got me something and it do somethin' sweet
Acting retarded n*gga my cup of tea

[Verse 2]
Bang Pop n*ggas sling rocks like a sling shot
Call my b*tch China White, all she do is bang c*ck
Still with the same Glock, like I never heard cops
f*ck police tattoo's
50 n*ggas serve got
Beanie down, Blacked up
Every n*ggas strapped up
And we all tryna prove somethin'
Move somethin'
Fool nothin' all you n*ggas dead frontin'
Be politicking' never beyond dumbin'
Straight gunnin'
Huh? Yeah, So whats crackalackin'?
Look into a n*gga eyes you know whats 'bout to happen
Back in action, flip the money like gymnastics
Wrapped in plastic, Fantastic
Yeah
Make the soda pop you n*ggas smell the odor
Coca cola, heard it's cheaper in the Nolia
So do the Nolia Clap
Where them birds at?
Just know I'm here for business though
See I serve rats
Yeah, make sure n*gga heard that
Seen as he hit the back his ass getting whacked (BLAT)
Yeah, and it's on to the next one
Gone to the next onw
Flyer than a Jetson
You knowin' Ima get it in
Playin with the heat you should have gave it to your n*ggas then
Shots jump, roping out the Glock
Smoking like a double dutch
Too much
[Hook]
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