Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Crazaay lyrics

[Intro: News Report] Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in America Due to excessive use of d** 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 pissy like a baby I was f**in wit deez twinz gettin crazy endz Robbin j**elry stores for da cash and da gems Identical ba*tards on some fast sh** Tried to stash it Took the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad sh** [Trife] My conscience buggin Filled wit all the bad memories I'm visionin dead enemies tryin ta k** me In my sleep, same n***az dat I put to rest Got me wakin up pourin down a hella sweat The d** got a n***a high and I can't explain Tye and skunk playin tricks on my f**in brain sh** is strange 'cause I know deez muthaf**as dead You see the murder still flash back in my head [Chorus:] Smokin dat denk, sippin dat drink Make a n***a act kinda crazaay [x4] [Larceny] n***a it's dark, it's hard for me ta f**in see I guess the hash and Hennesy got da best of me I got da urge for a snake related k**in spree Larceny, bent on da marijuana trees Murder conracts Collectin C note stacks, I react And push the n***az sh** 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 k**in Makin a livin Offa muthaf**in drug dealin Then came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streets sh** 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] [x4] [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' d**h and all the bodies that I left Face down, you know the routine for the cream Means necessary co*k s**as got buried n***a raise up or get blazed up Who be da one lastin co*k 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 k** 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 bullsh**tin I get it on Trife, k**in a** n***a rule the streets Creep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeep [Chorus] [x4]