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(Crazy)Crazy Don alias Doc HollidayI took four shots, and I`m backYou muthafuckas surprised?(Crazy+????):Ask my niggas bout my history, I took four shotsYou niggas wanna go to war? Well here`s your grave plotMix some weed with the hennessey, I start to tripWe`ll be in Providence with Roderick, runnin` the lipLet`s reincarnate Bishop, up to where weNorthville nigga, got the chopper for the Non-believersI could`ve sworn that you niggas from my town homieWhere were you bitches when the feds came down on me?I never guessed that my phones were tappedFrom Texas to Atlanta, you niggas know I ride strappedWe, run the block niggaScore the G`sScore from the hoes on the highway talkin` a hundred ki`sI want the G`s, nigga that`s the only wayPut some hennessey in my casket on my death dayAnd if I die, I`m hopin` that I get to heavenIf not I`m goin` to Hell, bustin` with my Mack-11(Uncredited male rapper)Get ready for combat,Known for totin` straps or priorTire, all black, smokin` sacks, intended actsCaps get peeled back on gats that`s stolenGimme what`cha holdin`, fuck all the bull dozin`Straight foreclosin`Shops on blocks with glocksPlow on the clockBut we don`t all stopPuttin` the red dot and that`s on topOf Presidents,Chopper City Residents,Evidence irrelevant for marchin` a settlementWith a regiment of soldiersIn fatigues, blazin` weedChasin` at top speed, stackin` G`s,Pumpin` ki`sYou know the steeMe and T, trunk blazin`Duct tapin`, pocket rapin`,Beenie masqueradin`Regulatin` lamesIn the game, for the caneLayin` in the pubic range of your dameBustin` brains for chump changeAnd remain the sameMeals, deals, legs Wheels concealedSteals battlefields from the `Ville to the HillThrow Cita, night creeperEqual to gettin` cheebaWorkin` off the beeper, twerkin` your senoritaPeeped ya, from the hidin`Can`t help ya nigga, dividin`Won`t stop usSpittin` with choppers, you can`t dodge itChorus (Crazy):You bust! I bust with my triggaYou don`t wanna fuck with me, RUFF ERA NIGGAS!!!(4x)(Uncredited Female Rapper)Understand I`m Ruff Era Nigga til` I dieCertified, pass me the clip, watch them bullets flySee my life is high beams, take the limit, the skyLet niggas know I`m the bitch of this entourageFind that line, everything I touch is platinumizedCapitalize, monopolize, hypnotizeYou bitches never could fuck with me, lyrics crystalizedJust like ??? in it`s purest, bitches droppin` like fliesSurprised? We low ridin` in Crazy`s expeditionWhen you see it, then do not wonder why yo nigga`s missin`I been rappin` since nineteen ninety scandolous on that missionPack somethin` bigger than nuts, female intuitionYou know you pussy ass bitches really make me sickAnd bitches that try to stop me can lick my clitCuz I`m a bad bitch, niener the only hoe I trustSo don`t fuck with my entourage cuz if they bust I bustI`m scandolous(Uncredited Male rapper)Just a young nigga drinkin` malt liquorTry me, bitch you wanna get to heaven quickerHit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-threeCuz every nigga on my team flashin` red beamsNever will I let me enemies capture meStrap a bomb nigga, smokin` weed, picture meBe the ones with bandanas and creamAnd I`ma flip til` you muthafuckas murder meGot my glock on my hip, try to fuck with thisYou wanna take it like a man, goin` fist to fist?Nigga, I`m smokin` weed til` I enter the WorldNever forgot about the time I screamed "Fuck the World"Lord forgive me for the shit I saidI pray daily, cuz a nigga got a price on my headFuck `emWe in the expo gettin` blowedNinety-nine, this be the realest shit I ever wroteRemember me from the St. Bernard Avenue?We kill each other so imagine what we`d do to youBitch, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me?And my muthafuckin` mausburg two-twenty threeThe police got me crazyI can`t walk in my own hood, that`s the way you made meMy nigga Cane in the feds, sendin` me mailTold me "Nigga please pay my bail"When I bust you bust!Chorus(uncredited male rapper)Which one of y`all wanna meet a nigga head on?Infra-red`s and the lead til` your head goneCall the feds but my clique made of teflonAny nigga wanna bust he better come strong!Bystanders gettin` caught up in a war zoneAdversaries past tense, niggas dead and goneMy heater makin` niggas get they rest onAK`s stay bustin` til` they chest gone!In the city where these niggas stay chopper totin`Minyard find ya with your head bust openLike that, muthafuckas get dealt withNiggas slip, they get hit up with a hollow tipMe and Crazy makin` niggas have nightmaresLights out! Muthafuckas better say they prayersFrom the four, so fa sho, I bust quickerBreather Life, if you bust, I bust nigga(uncredited male rapper)First if I hit, glock spit, your gut toreStuck closeFuck you! I hang with nothin` but cut-throatsShot through your ligimentsYou gettin` indignant? My niggas ignorantVery ignorant, to be sufficientThey gat bustasThat`s slushas, ya block puzzledWe use a silencer to keep the shot muffledYou thugs and losersDrug abusersScheme runnersWe savages, look what New Orleans done us!We tryin` to get ours by plottin` to get yoursSkip those that ain`t got shitWe want your bricks hoe, and quick thoughAnd we sick thoughYou flashin` jew-elsWe bust a few shellsUp thatWe greedy, fuck thatYou outta luck BlackI`m beyond heartless, a con artist, raised hostileBeen wild, when I get mine, then I smileRight now, ain`t shit to laugh forSo I blast for my figuresYou don`t wanna cross Ruff Era niggasChorus(BMG)We devour fake niggas, claimin` to be the realestWe`ll see, so fuck it, I guess that I`m charged with itMy guards up, my guns cocked to hit itYour girl jocked to lick itYou gotta die if you snitchin`Who got the weed? Fire it upCheck and see if them people got that boy, wire it upHit `em twice in the gutA dead issue, man you see `em on the South Side smokin` a swisherSee the news caught`cha pictureBMG done got wit`chaShit he must don`t know, now go on and copeThem downtown warriors, we cut throatWe drop and run inside and bustin` through the doorHeard `em hit the floorSilencers on the four-fourHit Sam on the mobileMan, that hoe ain`t no moreHe ain`t play the game how it goTried to cross a nigga out fa shoBut I handled that so pass the Mo`Pour it slow, doin` one-fifteen in the CamaroFrom the H-town to the N.O.Florida, A-L, Five-four(Crazy)Feel the wrath of Doc HollidayNigga as I spray

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