Everybody's Crazy Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Peace 

Peace, yo 

Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah 

Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god 

D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided by angels with white wings 

Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful 

Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor 

Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor 

More knowledge than Webster dictionary 

Obituary column plus sign 'em 

The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming 

The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up 

My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus 

Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers 

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But they small as a shanty in a African village 

Soft as cotton candy we assassins 

Let the shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familiar 

You screaming like you love war 

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot 

Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop 

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop 

Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop 

But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot 

Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop 

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop 

Peace, fuck you with a fist in your ass 

You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag 

You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em 

8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting 

Photos 

'Cause now instead of coke rhymes it's laying 

No analog it's digital, criminals turned rapper times is changing 

Niggaz get flashier, houses more plusher 

Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger 

Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing 

Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing 

I'm light years far your mouth get all white 

When I'm near you, I frighten your heart 

I want you to watch me notice stare look closer 

Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you 

Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it 

You older than most dudes although Nas 

Did you and your whole crew, but 

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot 

Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop 

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop 

Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop 

But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot 

Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop 

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop 

Peace, I know where niggaz sleep 

It's too many schemes too many plots 

War plus money and man I got too many spots 

Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up 

Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up 

Not me, I'm not ready, I'm low but I be watching 

We all connected so your man know my man 

Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up 

Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block what 

Brothers is taking secret routes when they drive 

Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job 

Peep niggaz that got prices on their head so high 

Their own my will take the contract surprise 

So we play a mental game, intimidation 

Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying 

I wish these niggaz would step up wait for the day and 

Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying 

Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe 

I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face 

Play dirty catch your moms in J-30 

Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7: 30 now 

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot 

Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop 

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop 

Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop 

But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot 

Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop 

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop