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