Everybody`s Crazy Lyrics

Everybody`s Crazy lyrics

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, fuck 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 fuck 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