Crazy - Chopper lyrics

(Crazy) Ay, ay Ay you know me Ay, it's, it's, it's....it's Doc Holli-muthaf**in'-day (You don't know me fools?) A.K.A. Crazy muthaf**a now You know what I'm sayin', ay I'd like to say um...hello to the muthaf**in' Feds And the muthaf**in' um....police And all of them muthaf**as thats tryin' to shut the Iberville down You can't shut me down when I got this here ya know? First Verse (Crazy): When I first got my chopper, I couldn't use it Now these n***as wanna thug hate me, so I abuse it Pay your dues n***a that's what, Rodney told me If a n***a cross my family, his life is what he owe me I'm the rowdiest n***a here, you better read about it Ain't no coke, hit Louisiana unless I know about it Doc Holliday, the name you pigeons jock Used to call me Crazy in the 'Ville when I was slangin' rocks Now I tote a Glock Ready for war My cousin Tiger got the C-4, blow up your car I got n***as that be beggin' me, to take a hit A hundred breathers comin' dressed in black, aw sh** I'm the real don in this b**h, f** all you other n***as I be checkin' n***as nuts, while you be countin' figures If you plan to go to war, then call the coppers Me and my breathers we was raised totin' choppers Chorus (Crazy): When I first got my chopper, I couldn't use it Now they wanna thug hate me, so I abuse it Pay your dues n***a that's what, Rodney told me If you ever cross the family, your life is what you owe me When I first got my chopper, I couldn't use it Now these n***as thug hate me, so I abuse it Pay your dues n***a that's what, Rodney told me If you ever cross my family, you life is what you owe me Second Verse (Crazy): Always claimin' that your money long, down to supply me If you wanna go to war b*tch, you couldn't find me But I'll find you, and after shows Me and my breathers kickin' in your f**in' door It's a must that I bust that a** But you gone see it comin' Look for the reaper wearin' a hood, you see him runnin' n***a, I run shop That's how we breath Slangin' everything from 'roin to coke n***a, to weed Lead up the highway, with the pigs chasin' I'm a three time loser, I'm not gonna face 'em Shakin', with my hands up on the trigga if I, die tonight Remember me n***a As a heartless muthaf**a, King of the block The breather from New Orleans that been thuggin' like Pac Ain't no way in Hell muthaf**as, that they could stop us Even in my grave I'ma still tote my chopper Chorus Third Verse (???? + ????): (????) Watch where you thug, in the desert storm of slugs n***a ain't no love when you f** with a young thug Out of blood I'm huggin' my pistol Because these n***as out to get you You knockin' my issue I got my K ready to split you I'm leavin' 'em done, and ain't nobody gone be livin' I'm bustin' for funds, so all your chest gone be rippin' You test if you want You get your whole clique funked Ask the last n***a, he still chillin' in the trunk (????) Slug peeler foreala, made n***a Cuz I tote a nine milli Chest ripper, hollow point slugs I deliver My heart's bent cuz I run with those graveyard fillers Snitch n***as, try that slick sh** to get'cha issue Thug n***a, all about my cream and cake f** them b**hes brown nosin' cuz they lame and fake Perpetrate, you need your fate Not great from hate Keep your vest on, but chopper bullets penetrate Chorus (Crazy) We don't care, put your choppers in the muthaf**in' air We don't care, put your choppers in the muthaf**in' air We don't care, put your choppers in the muthaf**in' air We don't care, put your choppers in the muthaf**in' air Crazy alias Doc Holliday Breathe with me!