Too much jealousy will make you crazy I've been walking the street in shoes that kill my feet Too much make-up, oh, dream like a lady Now you're a prisoner
Prince: My Music Make The Crowd Move I'm In The Car Rolling Cow Food But I Still Keep A Strap Wit Me, I Ain't Never Been A Slipper That's A House Shoe
blizman glaze niull The return of the crazy one (You think I ain't?) Psycho alpha, that means the crazy one Gold nose lazy one Skill to kill I never
smooth as lotion Struttin' that stuff so firm and lean Hey girl,i love the way you look in Them jeans I was never that crazy about stone-washed denin
due and his marriage is through He says he ain't gonna pay no child support Because the bitch left him without a second thought He got nothing to eat, no shoes
And you the pudding My cousin Eye is crazy All I gotta do is wave and yeah, it's bye bye baby I'm higher than Wayne and I rhyme like crazy I shoot a
either. Let's kill him" Ya'll niggaz sound crazy (Bzzz) [Chorus] Buzzin', my names and the streets be (Bzzz) Buzzin', the speakers and the jeeps be (Bzzz) Buzzin', til I kill
them boys off that Long Drive that nigga DeMo (DeMo) Here I go, here I go... Yeah...gettin crunk on tha reala Im a nigga be smokin that killa, because
why they hate me so But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like Montana licking, sniffing crazy blow Still I be hard to kill like Seagal
getting heavy, it's fight or flight you know how that goes, Facin' clocks is chasin', got me dodgin' obstacles, And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes
zoom right through your borough, because I'm crazy thorough No offspring running 'round but no my penile is not sterile Collects the crazy papes from, selling crazy
me Back to the Soul Shack with packs of rap colonies Max that, Foreign Objects is mad abstract, make Shadrach Offender wanna go like Meshach, Black Thought The nappy cat a bookworm shoe
(Busta Rhymes) Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little
Crazy time Whoa (My Dawgs) Whoa, whoa, whoa (Okay) Whoa, whoa whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Wild out (C'mon) Wild out Wild out (If ya glad that L O X is
Biggie Smalls grips it quick And kicks it quick, you know how black niggas get With the hoods, fatigues with the boots with trees Smokin' weed, flippin' ki's, makin' crazy
why'd you slang crack? I had to Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to Why'd you slang crack? 'Cause I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin' rent Crazy
why they hate me so But yo, they will never take me though, I had to go like Montana, licking, sniffing crazy blow Still I be Hard to Kill like Seagal
so we punked them out And I was thinking of my brother When he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them fuckers Now I'm standing in the bad guys shoes
