Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy, artist - M.O.P.. Album song Foundation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: E1
Song language: English
Crazy |
| DO IT! |
| Fuck, what the fuck huh? |
| DO IT! |
| Yeah, yeah. |
| C’mon! |
| Mo motherfuckin P |
| Don’t let me tell you where I’m from (CROOK-NAM) we cain’t stop here |
| We go to any other hood and set up shop there |
| Get guap' there, try that in (BROOK-NAM) and get rocked there |
| If you lookin for brotherly love, it’s not here |
| Shit’s not fair, them young gun boys from (BROOK-NAM) run up |
| Inside of number spots here, we got it locked here, we kill cops here |
| I’m one of those niggas you witness livin the music |
| It only takes me one point two seconds to lose it |
| My shit bang inside of gamblin spots where niggas throw dice |
| It motivate 'em for the whole night, niggas be so hype |
| Niggas already know what my flow like |
| My shit inspire riots with the po-lice, imagine what my show like! |
| It’s M.O.P. |
| fo' life |
| You never heard a nigga that spit it like Lil' Fame in your whole life |
| I do it for the hood, I’m never loungin where the faggots at |
| I’m one of them savage cats, these motherfuckers is CRAZY |
| C’MON!!! |
| (*"Damn shit’s changed since back in the day*") |
| These motherfuckers is crazy (*"WORRRRD UP"*) |
| C’MON!!! |
| Crazy (SING IT!!) |
| These motherfuckers is CRAZY |
| I get it poppin like poppin a Oxycontin |
| In the Rotten Apple in Times Square at 12 o’clock |
| On New Year’s, the crew’s here, M.O.P. |
| (nigga) |
| And S.T. |
| (nigga) 1−2-3 (get 'em) |
| I got the KRS flow, mixed with Esco' |
| Pull a fresco, meet the 38 special |
| Turn dizzy, Lil' Fizzy and Bill with me |
| I’m still 50 levels ahead of these cats really |
| Billy Danze, CHECK, Lil' Fame, CHECK |
| Nine milli' fo'-fizzy big glizzy, STEP |
| Get the fuck back par, we them trap stars |
| Turned into rap stars, whippin the fast cars |
| Spittin them crack bars, grippin them black arms |
| Givin them bad scars we really is that hard |
| It ain’t a facade, it’s God in the MC |
| You wear me on your neck, and let your shit bling |
| Religious people tat Term on they arm |
| Call me Allah, my story is the holy Qu’ran |
| I’m the God, I spit the sun moon and the stars |
| Say what you want, I’m a young Rakim with the bars |
| So, go ahead and think I’m too nice to do it |
| And say grace 'fore you bite the bullet (these motherfuckers is CRAZY) |
| Stand down 'fore I put your man down, homey Danze down like Nino |
| Stuck in the time, still doin crime like it’s legal |
| Molestin the grind, just check how I climb over beats |
| I’m a beast, I especially shine for the streets |
| So I’m inclined on the yellow lines, y’all think it’s deep |
| But to me, it’s where I meet the homies all week |
| If you get with 'em you stick with 'em, you ain’t gotta creep |
| And if you creep, it’s awkward cause homey never sleep |
| I made it clear that’s how you rock shit, y’all remember me |
| Switched lanes, I ain’t never changed, forever (M.O.P.) |
| Yeah with uncontrollable wits, CEO in this bitch |
| And crocodiles and gators, you haters havin a fit |
| I’m levitatin and flowin, in my own zone |
| Drownin bottles of 'gnac, bringin it back home |
| You better know how to react, or get your shit blown |
| S-T dot Marxmen, nigga we get it on (these motherfuckers is CRAZY) |