2pac Featuring Makaveli Krazy Lyrics

Krazy Lyrics

Roll me a cigarette dog!
They got me feelin crazier than a motha fucka.
I
got bad ass in this motha fucka.

Puffin on lye.
Hopin that it gets me
high.
(Makaveli the don, representin the outlaws.)
They got a nigga goin
crazy.
(Bad ass representin the LBC)
(What cha wanna do. You know how we
do.

Time goes by.
Puffin on lye.
Hopin that it gets me
high.
They got a nigga goin crazy.

Feelin crazy.
(Tell em bout
it.)

Last year was hard.
But life goes on.
Hold my head against
the wall.
Learn the right from wrong.
They say my ghetto
intrumental,
Dextrimental to kids.
As if they can't see the misery in
which they live.
Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm reckless.
Check it.
You don't have to bump this but please respect it.
I took a minus and now
the hard times are behind us.
Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin
blinded.
Hennessy got me feelin bad. Time to stop drinkin.
Rollin in my
drop top Jag.
What's that cops thinkin?
Sittin in my car watch the stars
and smoke.
I came along way but still I got so far to go.
Dear mama,
don't worry. I'm a watch for snakes.
They'll set you that a lover. But it's
hard today.
I got the letter that she sent me and I cryed for weeks.
This
one came out when I tryed to speak.
All I heard was:

Chorus
repeats

1,2,3,4.
I see blodds and crips runnin up the hill.
Lookin
for a better way.
My brothas and sistas it's time to bail
Cuz even thug
niggas pray.
Hopin God hear me.
I entered the game. Look how much I
change.
I'm no longer innocent. Casualties of fame.
Made alot of money,
seen alot of places.
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's
face
When I gave her the keys to her own house.
This your land. Your only
son done became a man.
Watchin time fly. I love my people do or die.
But I
wonder why we scared to let each other fly.
June 1-6 7-1
The day mama
pushed me out her womb, told me "nigga get paid."
No one can understand me.
The black sheep. Outcasted from my family.
Now packin heat. I run the
streets. A young runnaway.
Live for the day when ya die I could hear ya
say.

Chorus repeats.

God help me out here, cuz I'm posessed.
I
need the root of all evil for my stress.
Cuz now it's like a stong
prescription drug.
It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's
inflicted.
Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents
head.
Damn it's like a motha fuckin plague. It spreads.
It's epidemic.
Forgotten, forgotten it got worse.
I keep my head on straight, makin money
cuz it's cursed.
Makin money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta
stay paid, no doubt. Day in and day out.
This life is like a vicious cycle
called fightin to live.
No matter how hard you try, it's in death.
You
gotta die.
Bottom line: peers didn't make it to the years to come.
Dear
life doin right or dear life leavin dumb.
Who has the answers? I wonder. I
turn to my elders,
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell
ya.
Or tell me there'll be light at the end of the road
Cuz they don't
even know.
A million thangs run through my mind.
You ain't gotta be in
jail or be doin time.

Chorus repeats

Feelin fucked up in this
bitch.
Smoke half a ounce to the head.
Drop the top. Indo. Hawaiin.
Lansbread. Buddha. All that shit.
I'm fucked up in this motha fucka.
And
Hennessy don't help. And Hennessy don't help.
Thug passion in this motha
fucka.
Makaveli the don puttin it down to the fullest.
Maximum overload.
3 day theory.
Killuminati to your body with the impact of a 12 gauge
shoty.
Doublized slugs. No love. Straight thugs.
One time for my niggas
in the jail cell.
(One time for my niggas locked up.)
One time for my
niggas doin life in hell.
One time for my niggas on Death Row.
(For my
niggas on Death Row. Weat side. California syle. L.A.)
One time for my
niggas livin broke.
(You know what time it is. No doubt. Get high. Puffin on
lye.
Wonder if it get me high. Yeah. Crazy.)