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Crazaay Lyrics

Intro: [News Report]
Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in America
due to excessive use of drugs and alcohol-
MAAAN!!! How da f*** do you know!!!!
[Larceny]
My mind's just spinnin off dat indo smoke
Got me seein double visions 'cause I'm tore up loc
It's no joke, da weed smoke got me crazaay
And da B&J got me p***y like a baby
I was f***** wit deez twinz gettin crazy endz
Robbin jewelry stores for da cash and da gems
Identical b******s on some fast s***
Tried to stash it
Took the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad s***

[Trife]
My conscience buggin
Filled wit all the bad memories
I'm visionin dead enemies tryin ta kill me
In my sleep, same n***** dat I put to rest
Got me wakin up pourin down a hella sweat
The drugs got a n**** high and I can't explain
Tye and skunk playin tricks on my f***** brain
s*** is strange 'cause I know deez m****f****s dead
You see the murder still flash back in my head

Chorus:
Smokin dat denk, sippin dat drink
Make a n**** act kinda crazaay
(REPEAT 4X)

[Larceny]
n**** it's dark, it's hard for me ta f***** see
I guess the hash and Hennesy got da best of me
I got da urge for a snake related killin spree
Larceny, bent on da marijuana trees
Murder conracts
Collectin see note stacks, I react
And push the n***** s*** back (uh huh)
I neva new this young buck would be a lonester
'Till they hung my picture, wanted on a poster
I pack two hot glocks, f*** the holsters
Neva new this lil' G would get the most of
Robbin and stealin, then led to killin
Makin a livin
Offa m****f***in drug dealin
Then came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streets
s*** got hot, my other half did a creep
Handled his business 'cause he was on his third body
Then laid low wit dis freak a** hottie
Chorus
(REPEAT 4X)
[Trife]
I of da Snakes
Watch for fakes and jakes
Blood money I make, transactions up state
Sparkin weed and drinkin
The buddha still got me thinkin
Thoughts o' death and all the bodies that I left
Face down, you know the routine for the cream
Means necessary
c*** suckas got buried
n**** raise up or get blazed up
Who be da one lastin
c*** the fifth and start blastin
Try me
Die instantly, a couple o' shots is all it takes
Aim slugs to ya face
Perpetrator fraud, I kill you and ya broad
Got yo a** wishin you was out dis position
Listen, the ganja have me on a mission
Stick the clip in
I stop all the bullshittin
I get it on
Trife, killin a** n**** rule the streets
Creep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeep

[Chorus]
(REPEAT 4X)
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Conspiracy (1995)