Troy Ave - Who's Crazy lyrics

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Troy Ave - Who's Crazy lyrics

[Hook 2x: scratches] DJ EFN Crazier productions Putting it down Straight like that Who's crazy? [Verse 1: Troy Ave] All black, Nike sweatsuit on [?], I'm about to get my shoot on n***as violate, it's only right we demonstrate A fool ain't a fool, we eat them up like dinner plates Over paper, pull the plastic Featherhead trigger when I blast it Another bird a** n***a son turned ba*tard Said it ain't serious, to me, sh**'s drastic I'm from a crazy hood, my reaction be crazier Won't explain to ya, just run down and bang on ya Two to the chest, one to the head Don't blame the shooter, fault the motherf**er that's dead Like, what did he do to deserve all that? Funeral service, mom's in the church all black Nine out of ten times, they the cause and the reason I don't make the rules, I just play harder err' season [Hook] [Verse 2: Scarface] You're blind to what you don't see Ignorance is blessing The n***as gon' be mad as f** when they wake up How much of our time will it take us? It's like the '60s all over Catch a n***a sleeping, [?] Hunted like we're animals and shot dead It's crazy in the hood but I'm not scared It's evident that the evidence That was captured on the camera was irrelevant Get the dogs, get the taze out f** a n***a, blow his goddamn brains out Same sh**, different city I'm revealing, that the reason that they're f**ing with me Wise up to the plot They're targeting the youth and just about to wipe our a** out [Hook] [Verse 3: Stalley] The law can't save us in our own hood Walk around hooded down in your own hood And they run up on you with the pistols out Should've took a different route, these crackers tryna X us out But this is home here, we should be able to roam here With no fear, but it's crazy in the hood Klan members turn cops, hara**ing our youth Got our backs against the wall, hands up, they still shoot So what we gon' do? Either ride or be quiet I think there has been peace for too long, let's be violent Malcolm, Stalin, mixed with Makaveli and [?] Middle fingers, mac-11's pointed at the law That's what we think, now who's crazy? And this momma next to me want to know why you shot her baby Left him cold in the street, not treating him like a human So ya pigs get the same treatment, every time we see one of y'all We shooting [Hook]