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 Yes sir 
They say I’m crazy  
And I don’t give a fuck 
Loose in the club 
40 by the nuts, crazy 
Lay a nigga down like wha 
Cause they don’t know nothin’ about me  
Verse x1 
Trice is the truth  
Puncture your roof 
If with, I annunciate ain’t getting through to you 
Listen nigga school craft raise me 
Hey bay bay, you don’t want to fuckin’ play with me 
I got the K covered up in the back 
Got the pistol on my side 
Nigga O stay strapped 
Stacks in the jeans 
Dis is a natural thing 
I don’t act out a movie 
I’m actually the sssene 
I pull up on the scene 
Nigga holla back 
Wit a bad bitch Italian and black 
They don’t take double takes 
They take Kodak’s 
Coast through the club, relax 
Where the vip at 
Coast under the cub 
Host underneath the dug 
Suppose to 
I’m a muthafukin’ thug 
But they say crazy 
Cause he don’t give a fuck 
First nigga play me 
Light his ass up 
Verse x2 
Yea I’m crazy  
The hood made me 
So O abide by the code on the daily 
Niggas get it twisted  
Bitches get it twisted  
Cause I live like unrealistically 
Hey, my nigga Breed in the booth wit me 
Motor city till them pall bearers dip me 
Underneath the soil  
Ain’t no future in your fronting 
Nigga I’m Detroit loyal 
(MC Breed) 
Oh so what you know karate? 
I know crazy 
Hit you with something  
Leave your left side lazy 
Comin’ for the whole shebang yea 
Belie that 
Take it like I want it 
Get behind ya like I need that 
Still I get more whassups than Martin 
Get drunk come through  
Bust up the party 
Tonight, very night 
Breed and Obie Trice 
They say I ass crazy 
And you muthafuckin’ right 
Verse x2 
Say I need Ritalin 
Cause when the chopper start rit-a-lin 
Bodies start droppin’, disappearin’ 
Tempers start flarin’ 
Nigga nuttin’ up 
Ain’t no coming back from that bra 
Hey, bad day some faggot in the bag 
Give a fuck what neighborhood you at 
What deal a dick you suckin’ 
When the pistol buckin’ 
Lord knows how my family’s sufferin’ 
And I ain’t the nigga that start the beef 
I laid back 
I ain’t got a problem with G 
But liquor in niggas like 12 hits of E 
Suicidal 
Somebody on they way to see Jesus 
These daemons keep chasin’ me 
Get away from me  
Or the AK speaks 
No wonder why they see him as a freak 
They say he crazy  
In the muthafuckin’ streets 
Verse x2 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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