Crazy - Ruff Era n***as Bust lyrics

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Crazy - Ruff Era n***as Bust lyrics

(Crazy) Crazy Don alias Doc Holliday I took four shots, and I'm back You muthaf**as surprised? (Crazy+????): Ask my n***as bout my history, I took four shots You n***as wanna go to war? Well here's your grave plot Mix some weed with the hennessey, I start to trip We'll be in Providence with Roderick, runnin' the lip Let's reincarnate Bishop, up to where we Northville n***a, got the chopper for the Non-believers I could've sworn that you n***as from my town homie Where were you b**hes when the feds came down on me? I never guessed that my phones were tapped From Texas to Atlanta, you n***as know I ride strapped We, run the block n***a Score the G's Score from the hoes on the highway talkin' a hundred ki's I want the G's, n***a that's the only way Put some hennessey in my casket on my d**h day And if I die, I'm hopin' that I get to heaven If not I'm goin' to Hell, bustin' with my Mack-11 (Uncredited male rapper) Get ready for combat Known for totin' straps or prior Tire, all black, smokin' sacks, intended acts Caps get peeled back on gats that's stolen Gimme what'cha holdin', f** all the bull dozin' Straight foreclosin' Shops on blocks with Glocks Plow on the clock But we don't all stop Puttin' the red dot and that's on top Of Presidents Chopper City Residents Evidence irrelevant for marchin' a settlement With a regiment of soldiers In fatigues, blazin' weed Chasin' at top speed, stackin' G's Pumpin' ki's You know the stee Me and T, trunk blazin' Duct tapin', pocket rapin' Beenie masqueradin' Regulatin' lames In the game, for the cane Layin' in the pubic range of your dame Bustin' brains for chump change And remain the same Meals, deals, legs Wheels concealed Steals battlefields from the 'Ville to the Hill Throw Cita, night creeper Equal to gettin' cheeba Workin' off the beeper, t**n' your senorita Peeped ya, from the hidin' Can't help ya n***a, dividin' Won't stop us Spittin' with choppers, you can't dodge it Chorus (Crazy): You bust! I bust with my trigga You don't wanna f** with me, RUFF ERA ni**aS!!! (4x) (Uncredited Female Rapper) Understand I'm Ruff Era n***a til' I die Certified, pa** me the clip, watch them bullets fly See my life is high beams, take the limit, the sky Let n***as know I'm the b**h of this entourage Find that line, everything I touch is platinumized Capitalize, monopolize, hypnotize You b**hes never could f** with me, lyrics crystalized Just like ??? in it's purest, b**hes droppin' like flies Surprised? We low ridin' in Crazy's expedition When you see it, then do not wonder why yo n***a's missin' I been rappin' since nineteen ninety scandolous on that mission Pack somethin' bigger than nuts, female intuition You know you p**y a** b**hes really make me sick And b**hes that try to stop me can lick my clit Cuz I'm a bad b**h, niener the only hoe I trust So don't f** with my entourage cuz if they bust I bust I'm scandolous (Uncredited Male rapper) Just a young n***a drinkin' malt liquor Try me, b**h you wanna get to heaven quicker Hit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-three Cuz every n***a on my team flashin' red beams Never will I let me enemies capture me Strap a bomb n***a, smokin' weed, picture me Be the ones with bandanas and cream And I'ma flip til' you muthaf**as murder me Got my Glock on my hip, try to f** with this You wanna take it like a man, goin' fist to fist? n***a, I'm smokin' weed til' I enter the World Never forgot about the time I screamed "f** the World" Lord forgive me for the sh** I said I pray daily, cuz a n***a got a price on my head f** 'em We in the expo gettin' blowed Ninety-nine, this be the realest sh** I ever wrote Remember me from the St. Bernard Avenue? We k** each other so imagine what we'd do to you b**h, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me? And my muthaf**in' mausburg two-twenty three The police got me crazy I can't walk in my own hood, that's the way you made me My n***a Cane in the feds, sendin' me mail Told me "n***a please pay my bail" When I bust you bust! Chorus (uncredited male rapper) Which one of y'all wanna meet a n***a head on? Infra-red's and the lead til' your head gone Call the feds but my clique made of teflon Any n***a wanna bust he better come strong! Bystanders gettin' caught up in a war zone Adversaries past tense, n***as dead and gone My heater makin' n***as get they rest on AK's stay bustin' til' they chest gone! In the city where these n***as stay chopper totin' Minyard find ya with your head bust open Like that, muthaf**as get dealt with n***as slip, they get hit up with a hollow tip Me and Crazy makin' n***as have nightmares Lights out! Muthaf**as better say they prayers From the four, so fa sho, I bust quicker Breather Life, if you bust, I bust n***a (uncredited male rapper) First if I hit, Glock spit, your gut tore Stuck close f** you! I hang with nothin' but cut-throats Shot through your ligiments You gettin' indignant? My n***as ignorant Very ignorant, to be sufficient They gat bustas That's slushas, ya block puzzled We use a silencer to keep the shot muffled You thugs and losers Drug abusers Scheme runners We savages, look what New Orleans done us! We tryin' to get ours by plottin' to get yours Skip those that ain't got sh** We want your bricks hoe, and quick though And we sick though You flashin' j**-els We bust a few shells Up that We greedy, f** that You outta luck Black I'm beyond heartless, a con artist, raised hostile Been wild, when I get mine, then I smile Right now, ain't sh** to laugh for So I blast for my figures You don't wanna cross Ruff Era n***as Chorus (BMG) We devour fake n***as, claimin' to be the realest We'll see, so f** it, I guess that I'm charged with it My guards up, my guns co*ked to hit it Your girl jocked to lick it You gotta die if you snitchin' Who got the weed? Fire it up Check and see if them people got that boy, wire it up Hit 'em twice in the gut A dead issue, man you see 'em on the South Side smokin' a swisher See the news caught'cha picture BMG done got wit'cha sh** he must don't know, now go on and cope Them downtown warriors, we cut throat We drop and run inside and bustin' through the door Heard 'em hit the floor Silencers on the four-four Hit Sam on the mobile Man, that hoe ain't no more He ain't play the game how it go Tried to cross a n***a out fa sho But I handled that so pa** the Mo' Pour it slow, doin' one-fifteen in the Camaro From the H-town to the N.O Florida, A-L, Five-four (Crazy) Feel the wrath of Doc Holliday n***a as I spray I'm tryin' to get rid of a hundred rounds of my K For play I've been bustin' n***as heads for years Now they done released me on the World, now it's time for tears A hundred breathers screamin' "KILL ME! WE DON'T WANNA LIVE NO MORE!" Beggin' Jesus to let us into Heaven's door Picture me runnin' at my adversary, Glock in hand I possess, immortality in this one man I smell d**h in the air, n***a watch me breathe I was born into this helter-skelter from my Mama's seed I'm puffin' weed until these b**h n***as a**a**inate me Once I'm in my casket, will these b**h n***as still hate me? When I die, let me die clutchin' on my trigga Believe me I would die for these Ruff Era n***as! Chorus