Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who's Crazy? , by - DJ EFNRelease date: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who's Crazy? |
| DJ EFN |
| Crazy Hood Productions |
| Putting it down |
| Straight like that |
| Who’s crazy? |
| All black, Nike sweatsuit on |
| I’m now hoop on, I’m about to get my shoot on |
| Niggas violate, it’s only right we demonstrate |
| A fool ain’t a fool, we eat them up like dinner plates |
| Over paper, pull the plastic |
| Featherhead trigger when I blast it |
| Another bird ass nigga son turned bastard |
| Said it ain’t serious, to me, shit’s drastic |
| I’m from a crazy hood, my reaction be crazier |
| Won’t explain to ya, just run down and bang on ya |
| Two to the chest, one to the head |
| Don’t blame the shooter, fault the motherfucker that’s dead |
| Like, what did he do to deserve all that? |
| Funeral service, mom’s in the church all black |
| Nine out of ten times, they the cause and the reason |
| I don’t make the rules, I just play harder err' season |
| You’re blind to what you don’t see |
| Ignorance is blessing |
| The niggas gon' be mad as fuck when they wake up |
| How much of our time will it take us? |
| It’s like the '60's all over |
| Catch a nigga sleeping, pita roller |
| Hunted like we’re animals and shot dead |
| It’s crazy in the hood but I’m not scared |
| It’s evident that the evidence |
| That was captured on the camera was irrelevant |
| Get the dogs, get the taze out |
| Fuck a nigga, blow his goddamn brains out |
| Same shit, different city |
| I’m revealing, that the reason that they’re fucking with me |
| Wise up to the plot |
| They’re targeting the youth and just about to wipe our ass out |
| The law can’t save us in our own hood |
| Walk around hooded down in your own hood |
| And they run up on you with the pistols out |
| Should’ve took a different route, these crackers tryna X us out |
| But this is home here, we should be able to roam here |
| With no fear, but it’s crazy in the hood |
| Klan members turn cops, harassing our youth |
| Got our backs against the wall, hands up, they still shoot |
| So what we gon' do? |
| Either ride or be quiet |
| I think there has been peace for too long, let’s be violent |
| Malcolm, Stalin, mixed with Makaveli and front of your precinct |
| Middle fingers, mac-11's pointed at the law |
| That’s what we think, now who’s crazy? |
| And this momma next to me want to know why you shot her baby |
| Left him cold in the street, not treating him like a human |
| So ya pigs get the same treatment, every time we see one of y’all |
| We shooting |