(Crazy)
Crazy Don alias Doc Holliday
I took four shots, and I`m back
You muthafuckas surprised?
(Crazy+????):
Ask my niggas bout my history, I took four shots
You niggas wanna go to war? Well here`s your grave plot
Mix some weed with the hennessey, I start to trip
We`ll be in Providence with Roderick, runnin` the lip
Let`s reincarnate Bishop, up to where we
Northville nigga, got the chopper for the Non-believers
I could`ve sworn that you niggas from my town homie
Where were you bitches when the feds came down on me?
I never guessed that my phones were tapped
From Texas to Atlanta, you niggas know I ride strapped
We, run the block nigga
Score the G`s
Score from the hoes on the highway talkin` a hundred ki`s
I want the G`s, nigga that`s the only way
Put some hennessey in my casket on my death day
And if I die, I`m hopin` that I get to heaven
If not I`m goin` to Hell, bustin` with my Mack-11
(Uncredited male rapper)
Get ready for combat,
Known for totin` straps or prior
Tire, all black, smokin` sacks, intended acts
Caps get peeled back on gats that`s stolen
Gimme what`cha holdin`, fuck all the bull dozin`
Straight foreclosin`
Shops on blocks with glocks
Plow on the clock
But we don`t all stop
Puttin` the red dot and that`s on top
Of Presidents,
Chopper City Residents,
Evidence irrelevant for marchin` a settlement
With a regiment of soldiers
In fatigues, blazin` weed
Chasin` at top speed, stackin` G`s,
Pumpin` ki`s
You know the stee
Me and T, trunk blazin`
Duct tapin`, pocket rapin`,
Beenie masqueradin`
Regulatin` lames
In the game, for the cane
Layin` in the pubic range of your dame
Bustin` brains for chump change
And remain the same
Meals, deals, legs
Wheels concealed
Steals battlefields from the `Ville to the Hill
Throw Cita, night creeper
Equal to gettin` cheeba
Workin` off the beeper, twerkin` your senorita
Peeped ya, from the hidin`
Can`t help ya nigga, dividin`
Won`t stop us
Spittin` with choppers, you can`t dodge it
Chorus (Crazy):
You bust! I bust with my trigga
You don`t wanna fuck with me, RUFF ERA NIGGAS!!!
(4x)
(Uncredited Female Rapper)
Understand I`m Ruff Era Nigga til` I die
Certified, pass me the clip, watch them bullets fly
See my life is high beams, take the limit, the sky
Let niggas know I`m the bitch of this entourage
Find that line, everything I touch is platinumized
Capitalize, monopolize, hypnotize
You bitches never could fuck with me, lyrics crystalized
Just like ??? in it`s purest, bitches droppin` like flies
Surprised? We low ridin` in Crazy`s expedition
When you see it, then do not wonder why yo nigga`s missin`
I been rappin` since nineteen ninety scandolous on that mission
Pack somethin` bigger than nuts, female intuition
You know you pussy ass bitches really make me sick
And bitches that try to stop me can lick my clit
Cuz I`m a bad bitch, niener the only hoe I trust
So don`t fuck with my entourage cuz if they bust I bust
I`m scandolous
(Uncredited Male rapper)
Just a young nigga drinkin` malt liquor
Try me, bitch you wanna get to heaven quicker
Hit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-three
Cuz every nigga on my team flashin` red beams
Never will I let me enemies capture me
Strap a bomb nigga, smokin` weed, picture me
Be the ones with bandanas and cream
And I`ma flip til` you muthafuckas murder me
Got my glock on my hip, try to fuck with this
You wanna take it like a man, goin` fist to fist?
Nigga, I`m smokin` weed til` I enter the World
Never forgot about the time I screamed Fuck the World
Lord forgive me for the shit I said
I pray daily, cuz a nigga got a price on my head
Fuck `em
We in the expo gettin` blowed
Ninety-nine, this be the realest shit I ever wrote
Remember me from the St. Bernard Avenue?
We kill each other so imagine what we`d do to you
Bitch, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me?
And my muthafuckin` mausburg two-twenty three
The police got me crazy
I can`t walk in my own hood, that`s the way you made me
My nigga Cane in the feds, sendin` me mail
Told me Nigga please pay my bail
When I bust you bust!
Chorus
(uncredited male rapper)
Which one of y`all wanna meet a nigga head on?
Infra-red`s and the lead til` your head gone
Call the feds but my clique made of teflon
Any nigga wanna bust he better come strong!
Bystanders gettin` caught up in a war zone
Adversaries past tense, niggas dead and gone
My heater makin` niggas get they rest on
AK`s stay bustin` til` they chest gone!
In the city where these niggas stay chopper totin`
Minyard find ya with your head bust open
Like that, muthafuckas get dealt with
Niggas slip, they get hit up with a hollow tip
Me and Crazy makin` niggas have nightmares
Lights out! Muthafuckas better say they prayers
From the four, so fa sho, I bust quicker
Breather Life, if you bust, I bust nigga
(uncredited male rapper)
First if I hit, glock spit, your gut tore
Stuck close
Fuck you! I hang with nothin` but cut-throats
Shot through your ligiments
You gettin` indignant? My niggas ignorant
Very ignorant, to be sufficient
They gat bustas
That`s slushas, ya block puzzled
We use a silencer to keep the shot muffled
You thugs and losers
Drug abusers
Scheme runners
We savages, look what New Orleans done us!
We tryin` to get ours by plottin` to get yours
Skip those that ain`t got shit
We want your bricks hoe, and quick though
And we sick though
You flashin` jew-els
We bust a few shells
Up that
We greedy, fuck that
You outta luck Black
I`m beyond heartless, a con artist, raised hostile
Been wild, when I get mine, then I smile
Right now, ain`t shit to laugh for
So I blast for my figures
You don`t wanna cross Ruff Era niggas
Chorus
(BMG)
We devour fake niggas, claimin` to be the realest
We`ll see, so fuck it, I guess that I`m charged with it
My guards up, my guns cocked to hit it
Your girl jocked to lick it
You gotta die if you snitchin`
Who got the weed? Fire it up
Check and see if them people got that boy, wire it up
Hit `em twice in the gut
A dead issue, man you see `em on the South Side smokin` a swisher
See the news caught`cha picture
BMG done got wit`cha
Shit he must don`t know, now go on and cope
Them downtown warriors, we cut throat
We drop and run inside and bustin` through the door
Heard `em hit the floor
Silencers on the four-four
Hit Sam on the mobile
Man, that hoe ain`t no more
He ain`t play the game how it go
Tried to cross a nigga out fa sho
But I handled that so pass the Mo`
Pour it slow, doin` one-fifteen in the Camaro
From the H-town to the N.O.
Florida, A-L, Five-four
(Crazy)
Feel the wrath of Doc Holliday
Nigga as I spray
