(Crazy)
Ay, ay,
Ay you know me,
Ay, it`s, it`s, it`s....it`s Doc Holli-muthafuckin`-day,
(You don`t know me fools?)
A.K.A. Crazy muthafucka now,
You know what I`m sayin`, ay,
I`d like to say um...hello to the muthafuckin` Feds,
And the muthafuckin` um....police,
And all of them muthafuckas thats tryin` to shut the Iberville down,
You can`t shut me down when I got this here ya know?
First Verse (Crazy):
When I first got my chopper, I couldn`t use it,
Now these niggas wanna thug hate me, so I abuse it,
Pay your dues nigga that`s what, Rodney told me,
If a nigga cross my family, his life is what he owe me,
I`m the rowdiest nigga here, you better read about it,
Ain`t no coke, hit Louisiana unless I know about it,
Doc Holliday, the name you pigeons jock,
Used to call me Crazy in the `Ville when I was slangin` rocks,
Now I tote a glock,
Ready for war,
My cousin Tiger got the C-4, blow up your car,
I got niggas that be beggin` me, to take a hit,
A hundred breathers comin` dressed in black, aw shit,
I`m the real don in this bitch, fuck all you other niggas,
I be checkin` niggas nuts, while you be countin` figures,
If you plan to go to war, then call the coppers,
Me and my breathers we was raised totin` choppers
Chorus (Crazy):
When I first got my chopper, I couldn`t use it,
Now they wanna thug hate me, so I abuse it,
Pay your dues nigga that`s what, Rodney told me,
If you ever cross the family, your life is what you owe me,
When I first got my chopper, I couldn`t use it,
Now these niggas thug hate me, so I abuse it,
Pay your dues nigga that`s what, Rodney told me,
If you ever cross my family, you life is what you owe me
Second Verse (Crazy):
Always claimin` that your money long, down to supply me,
If you wanna go to war BITCH, you couldn`t find me,
But I`ll find you, and after shows,
Me and my breathers kickin` in your fuckin` door,
It`s a must that I bust that ass,
But you gone see it comin`,
Look for the reaper wearin` a hood, you see him runnin`,
Nigga, I run shop,
That`s how we breath,
Slangin` everything from `roin to coke nigga, to weed,
Lead up the highway, with the pigs chasin`,
I`m a three time loser, I`m not gonna face `em,
Shakin`, with my hands up on the trigga if I, die tonight,
Remember me nigga,
As a heartless muthafucka, King of the block,
The breather from New Orleans that been thuggin` like Pac,
Ain`t no way in Hell muthafuckas, that they could stop us,
Even in my grave I`ma still tote my chopper
Chorus
Third Verse (???? + ????):
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Watch where you thug, in the desert storm of slugs,
Nigga ain`t no love when you fuck with a young thug,
Out of blood,
I`m huggin` my pistol,
Because these niggas out to get you,
You knockin` my issue,
I got my K ready to split you,
I`m leavin` `em done, and ain`t nobody gone be livin`,
I`m bustin` for funds, so all your chest gone be rippin`,
You test if you want,
You get your whole clique funked,
Ask the last nigga, he still chillin` in the trunk
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Slug peeler foreala, made nigga,
Cuz I tote a nine milli,
Chest ripper, hollow point slugs I deliver,
My heart`s bent cuz I run with those graveyard fillers,
Snitch niggas, try that slick shit to get`cha issue,
Thug nigga, all about my cream and cake,
Fuck them bitches brown nosin` cuz they lame and fake,
Perpetrate, you need your fate,
Not great from hate,
Keep your vest on, but chopper bullets penetrate
Chorus
(Crazy)
We don`t care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin` air,
We don`t care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin` air,
We don`t care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin` air,
We don`t care, put your choppers in the muthafuckin` air,
Crazy alias Doc Holliday,
Breathe with me!
