Letra Crazaay Junior Mafia

Crazaay

Intro: [News Report]

Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in America

due to excessive use of drugs and alcohol

MAAAN!!! How da fuck do you know!!!!

[Larceny]

My mind's just spinnin off dat indo smoke

Got me seein double visions 'cause I'm tore up loc

It's no joke da weed smoke got me crazaay

And da B&J got me pissy like a baby

I was fuckin wit deez twinz gettin crazy endz

Robbin jewelry stores for da cash and da gems

Identical bastards on some fast shit

Tried to stash it

Took the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad shit

[Trife]

My conscience buggin

Filled wit all the bad memories

I'm visionin dead enemies tryin ta kill me

In my sleep, same niggaz dat I put to rest

Got me wakin up pourin down a hella sweat

The drugs got a nigga high and I can't explain

Tye and skunk playin tricks on my fuckin brain

Shit is strange 'cause I know deez muthafuckas dead

You see the murder still flash back in my head

Chorus:

Smokin dat denk, sippin dat drink

Make a nigga act kinda crazaay

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[Larceny]

Nigga it's dark, it's hard for me ta fuckin see

I guess the hash and Hennesy got da best of me

I got da urge for a snake related killin spree

Larceny, bent on da marijuana trees

Murder conracts

Collectin C note stacks, I react

And push the niggaz shit back (uh huh)

I neva new this young buck would be a lonester

'Till they hung my picture, wanted on a poster

I pack two hot glocks, fuck the holsters

Neva new this lil' G would get the most of

Robbin and stealin, then led to killin

Makin a livin

Offa muthafuckin drug dealin

Then came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streets

Shit got hot, my other half did a creep

Handled his business 'cause he was on his third body

Then laid low wit dis freak ass hottie

Chorus

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[Trife]

I of da Snakes

Watch for fakes and jakes

Blood money I make, transactions up state

Sparkin weed and drinkin

The buddha still got me thinkin

Thoughts o' death and all the bodies that I left

Face down, you know the routine for the cream

Means necessary

Cock suckas got buried

Nigga raise up or get blazed up

Who be da one lastin

Cock the fifth and start blastin

Try me

Die instantly, a couple o' shots is all it takes

Aim slugs to ya face

Perpetrator fraud, I kill you and ya broad

Got yo ass wishin you was out dis position

Listen, the ganja have me on a mission

Stick the clip in

I stop all the bullshittin

I get it on

Trife, killin ass nigga rule the streets

Creep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeep

Chorus

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