Crazy Lyrics - Bottoms Up - Obie Trice

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 

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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 

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