U Crazy

Beatnuts

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    *man talking*
    "i can't forget or reject the sights of the ghetto,
    The smells of the ghetto, and especially the sounds of the ghetto, you know?"
    [cormega]
    Yo....my nigga juju what's up baby?
    (psycho les, psycho les)
    (juju, juju)
    [cormega]
    Let's get this money, let's get hung ya na'mean? (big thugs, big thugs)
    Niggas crazy man!
    [cormega]
    I'd rather die like a man and live a coward life
    At a night moving the fangs the crooked up and powered white
    You know me, i was ot
    Getting it lo' key, remembering what old timers told me
    The first law you wanna hold heat burst yours
    Props to seek have you sleeping in hurst doors
    The conversation indicated props are sharp
    He said he never hold many cause it might be marked
    It's like this give me mine or i'm a take what's yours
    Make love war, spray up doors, say no more
    Instead of picking weight up more, i'm picking mic's up
    Lounging on my mothers sofa, kicking my nike's up
    Like koobi agi who could stop me
    Your coke is doodle papi
    My people said they need they cash back, cash that son
    I caught a flash back the crimes and the whip times change
    Niggas shine me, i sparkle like a diamond ring
    [hook]
    You crazy, thinking you gonna stop the rule (psycho les, psycho les)
    Too late, we get your heart rate out control (juju, juju)
    Think big, now live bigger baby that's the goal
    And maybe a little later, we'll be hot to hold
    You crazy, thinking you gonna stop the rule
    Too late, we get your heart rate out control
    Here's my outlook, bitches put out with no output
    Cause see a little later, we'll be hot to hold
    [psycho les]
    Let me get a eq (inaudible) up, beats is clear
    You say you flipping pies, you must work at a pizzeria
    No need to fear, the nuts is here
    And it's about to be off the da hook this year
    Let the buzz in your ear, like the fuzz in your rear
    Every time you see me, i'm guzzling beer
    Blazing them trees, counting up gee's
    Old school on the pro to bouncing a beat
    What's my name? (he said) you know da game? (you fine)
    Every time i swing my fists i hit right (right)
    The professional boxer, knock you out of ox-y-gen
    Now you out the game, ob-so-lete
    Hit you wit the shit you ain't used ta
    And (inaudible) snakes all in my head like medusa
    But i won't let them get the best of me
    You can smell what i'm cooking but you can't have the recipe
    [hook]
    [juju]
    Look homes, i'm trying uplift this shit
    Make history, something for the kids and shit
    Put my heart in my music for as long as i live
    Nigga the sound of the ghetto coming out of the crib
    Hard-core to art form bigger than rap
    All i know is that a lot of new niggas in crack
    Sounding like dummies man niggas should act
    It's wrong and where i come from biting is wack
    Maybe that's why niggas never walk through the hood
    They ask, there intentions never been any good
    Little bitch ass niggas if i catch them i would
    Put my foot up they ass man as far as i could
    *man talking*
    "can the small talk fat man and let's get it on!
    Maestro if you will..."
    [hook]

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