Crazy World - Dres formerly of Black Sheep



bad bitches countin doe baggin rocks crazy

vehicles.....kitted.....my whole teams committed we was poor as

kids..... but now it seems we've done did it and blew other

niggas find the style hard to chew talkin bout we too wild and

that's

emphatically true so don't cross us....or you'll be on the

ground countin losses for rea; every nigga I know will peel a

motherfuckin dome like stockin - we be the owner of the style

many niggas be jockin - blocks be rocklin - Glock pops alot and,

damn,

there ain't no stoppin me or my mans. We like whatever.

Pop told me that this money's not forever so I look for investments

for

my crew to bury treasure. That be it, say when ya makin

money , paw, ya see it - cause if ya can't be paid, it's like ya can't

be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get up your dick-beaters

- or heaters - and share the mind state of a fetus - can't beat us -

and

lyrically them niggas can't see this as it go's - we turn kilo's

into litres. Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood - and blood

will

often turn the dirt into mud. Bulletts become shells -

names become bells, and if you blow street trial, nigga your cell

becomes hell - said even time don't tell, at least that's how it used

to be, but it's a different day and time and strong eyes don't see

down

the wire - ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking

blunts strong as desire - a messiah - raised amongst men that

conspire

to retire but often end up the town crier - In the fire of a

cold world yo, said it be flamin - still we aimin to be the one - Titus

& Haymon HOOK Get ready - my whole teams known to rock

steady - No Getty - I gots more sauce than spaghetti - a machete -

I'll

turn your whole frame to confetti - to the nitty-gritty, we

bout to flip the pity petty - when braves become slaves and plots

become

graves - and strays fly in the air like they was

Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops - while thuggs police blocks - I sit

beside my window sippin sky on the rocks - to see the church

got locks - no goodness in gracious - Loungin with robber barrons

in

rooms thats palacious - to weigh dissin us with the need to

lay down - no more misunderstanding - coming at you , aye-now,

who be

talking - better than that yo, who be hawkin - I suggest

you turn around and just start walking, or I'm a catch you coolin

talkin

what a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a

butter-fly knife HOOK GET SWAZY - WE ABOUT TO FLIP

THE SCRIPT AND GET

CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH BIDS

BABY - GOIN ALL OUT - GETTIN DOWN GETTIN GRAVY

- ON THE DAILY



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