Текст песни Junior Mafia - Crazaay
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Intro: [News Report]Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in Americadue to excessive use of drugs and alcohol-MAAAN!!! How da fuck do you know!!!![Larceny]My mind`s just spinnin off dat indo smokeGot me seein double visions `cause I`m tore up locIt`s no joke, da weed smoke got me crazaayAnd da B&J got me pissy like a babyI was fuckin wit deez twinz gettin crazy endzRobbin jewelry stores for da cash and da gemsIdentical bastards on some fast shitTried to stash itTook the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad shit[Trife]My conscience bugginFilled wit all the bad memoriesI`m visionin dead enemies tryin ta kill meIn my sleep, same niggaz dat I put to restGot me wakin up pourin down a hella sweatThe drugs got a nigga high and I can`t explainTye and skunk playin tricks on my fuckin brainShit is strange `cause I know deez muthafuckas deadYou see the murder still flash back in my headChorus:Smokin dat denk, sippin dat drinkMake a nigga act kinda crazaay(REPEAT 4X)[Larceny]Nigga it`s dark, it`s hard for me ta fuckin seeI guess the hash and Hennesy got da best of meI got da urge for a snake related killin spreeLarceny, bent on da marijuana treesMurder conractsCollectin C note stacks, I reactAnd push the niggaz shit back (uh huh)I neva new this young buck would be a lonester`Till they hung my picture, wanted on a posterI pack two hot glocks, fuck the holstersNeva new this lil` G would get the most ofRobbin and stealin, then led to killinMakin a livin Offa muthafuckin drug dealinThen came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streetsShit got hot, my other half did a creepHandled his business `cause he was on his third bodyThen laid low wit dis freak ass hottieChorus(REPEAT 4X)[Trife]I of da SnakesWatch for fakes and jakesBlood money I make, transactions up stateSparkin weed and drinkinThe buddha still got me thinkinThoughts o` death and all the bodies that I leftFace down, you know the routine for the creamMeans necessaryCock suckas got buriedNigga raise up or get blazed upWho be da one lastinCock the fifth and start blastinTry meDie instantly, a couple o` shots is all it takesAim slugs to ya facePerpetrator fraud, I kill you and ya broadGot yo ass wishin you was out dis positionListen, the ganja have me on a missionStick the clip inI stop all the bullshittinI get it onTrife, killin ass nigga rule the streetsCreep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeepChorus(REPEAT 4X)