Crazaay Lyrics - Singles - Junior M.a.f.i.a

Intro: [News Report] 

Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in America 

due to excessive use of drugs and alcohol- 

MAAAN!!! How da fuck do you know!!!! 

[Larceny] 

My mind's just spinnin off dat indo smoke 

Got me seein double visions 'cause I'm tore up loc 

It's no joke, da weed smoke got me crazaay 

And da B&J got me pissy like a baby 

I was fuckin wit deez twinz gettin crazy endz 

Robbin jewelry stores for da cash and da gems 

Identical bastards on some fast shit 

Tried to stash it 

Took the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad shit 

[Trife] 

My conscience buggin 

Filled wit all the bad memories 

I'm visionin dead enemies tryin ta kill me 

In my sleep, same niggaz dat I put to rest 

Got me wakin up pourin down a hella sweat 

The drugs got a nigga high and I can't explain 

Tye and skunk playin tricks on my fuckin brain 

Shit is strange 'cause I know deez muthafuckas dead 

You see the murder still flash back in my head 

Chorus: 

Smokin dat denk, sippin dat drink 

Make a nigga act kinda crazaay 

(REPEAT 4X) 

[Larceny] 

Nigga it's dark, it's hard for me ta fuckin see 

I guess the hash and Hennesy got da best of me 

I got da urge for a snake related killin spree 

Larceny, bent on da marijuana trees 

Murder conracts 

Collectin see note stacks, I react 

And 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 poster 

I pack two hot glocks, fuck the holsters 

Neva new this lil' G would get the most of 

Robbin and stealin, then led to killin 

Makin a livin 

Offa muthafuckin drug dealin 

Then came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streets 

Shit got hot, my other half did a creep 

Handled his business 'cause he was on his third body 

Then laid low wit dis freak ass hottie 

Chorus 

(REPEAT 4X) 

[Trife] 

I of da Snakes 

Watch for fakes and jakes 

Blood money I make, transactions up state 

Sparkin weed and drinkin 

The buddha still got me thinkin 

Thoughts o' death and all the bodies that I left 

Face down, you know the routine for the cream 

Means necessary 

Cock suckas got buried 

Nigga raise up or get blazed up 

Who be da one lastin 

Cock the fifth and start blastin 

Try me 

Die instantly, a couple o' shots is all it takes 

Aim slugs to ya face 

Perpetrator fraud, I kill you and ya broad 

Got yo ass wishin you was out dis position 

Listen, the ganja have me on a mission 

Stick the clip in 

I stop all the bullshittin 

I get it on 

Trife, killin ass nigga rule the streets 

Creep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeep 

[Chorus] 

(REPEAT 4X)