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letra de crazy - obie trice

crazy
(feat. mc breed)

[chorus: repeat 2x]
they say i’m crazy, and i don’t give a f-ck
goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
crazy (lay a n-gg- down like what)
cause they don’t know nothin ’bout me

[obie trice]
trice is the truth, puncture your roof
if what i enunciate ain’t gettin through you
listen n-gg-, school craft raised me
hey bay-bay, you don’t wanna f-ckin play with me
i got the k covered up in the back
got the pistol on my side n-gg-, o stay strapped
stacks in the jeans, this is a natural thing
i don’t act out a movie, i’m actually the scene
i pull up on the scene, n-gg- holla back
with a bad b-tch italian and black
they don’t take double takes, they take kodaks
coast through the club relaxed, where the v.i.p. at
coast under the cub, post underneath the duds
supposed to, i’m a muh’f-ckin thug
but they say he crazy cause he don’t give a f-ck
first n-gg- play me, light his -ss up

[chorus]

[obie trice]
yeah i’m crazy, the hood made me
so o abide by the code on the daily
n-gg-z get it twisted, b-tches get it twisted
cause i live like unrealistically
ay, my n-gg- breed in the booth with me
motor city ’til them paul bearers dig me
underneath the soil
ain’t no future in your frontin, n-gg- i’m detroit loyal

[mc breed]
oh so what you know karate? i know crazy
hit you with somethin leave your left side lazy
comin for the whole shebang, yup, believe that
take it like i want it, get behind ya like i need that
’til i get more “wh-ssup’s” than martin
get drunk, come through, bust up the party
tonight, very night, breed and obie trice
you say our -ss crazy, yeah you motherf-ckin right

[chorus]

[obie trice]
say i need ritalin, cause when the choppers start riddlin
bodies start droppin, disappearin
tempers start flarin, n-gg- nuttin up
ain’t no comin back from that bruh
ay, bad days some f-ggot in a bag
give a f-ck what neighborhood you at
what dilla d-ck you suckin, when the pistols buckin
lord knows someone family’s sufferin
and i ain’t the n-gg- that’ll start the beef
i lay back, i ain’t got a problem with g
but lick her and n-gg-z like twelve hits of e
suicidal, somebody on their way to meet jesus
these demons keep chasin me
get away from me, or the ak speaks
no wonder why they see him as a freak
say he crazy, in the muh’f-ckin street

[chorus]

- obie trice

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