Everybodys Crazy Lyrics by Nas

Everybodys Crazy Lyrics

    [Nas]
    Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
    Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
    D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
    Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful
    Gangster see gangster do I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
    Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor
    More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
    the first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
    The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up
    My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
    Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers
    But they small as a shanty in a African village
    Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers
    Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia
    You screaming like you love war

    [Hook: repeat 2X]
    Everybody's crazy
    Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop
    Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop
    Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop

    [Nas]
    Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
    You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
    You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
    8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
    Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying
    No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing
    niggaz get flashier houses more plusher
    Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
    Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing
    Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
    I'm light year far your mouth get all white
    when I'm near you I frighten your heart
    I want you to watch me notice stare look closely
    Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you
    Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes
    Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but

    [Hook]

    [Nas]
    I know where niggaz sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots
    War plus money man I got too many spots
    Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
    Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
    Not me your not ready I'm low but I be watching
    We all connected so your man know my man
    Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
    Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block what
    Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive
    Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
    Peep niggaz that go t prices on their head so high
    Their own my will take the contract surprise
    So we play a mental game intimidation
    Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying
    I wish these niggaz would step up wait for the day an
    Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
    Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe
    I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face
    Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
    Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now

    [Hook]

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