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Dres (Formerly Of Black Sheep) - "Crazy World"
bad bitches countin doe baggin rocks crazy
vehicles.....kitted.....my whole teams committed we was poor as
kids..... but now it seems weve done did it and blew other
niggas find the style hard to chew talkin bout we too wild and
thats
emphatically true so dont cross us....or youll be on the
ground countin losses for rea; every nigga I know will peel a
motherfuckin dome like stockin - we be the owner of the style
many niggas be jockin - blocks be rocklin - Glock pops alot and,
damn,
there aint no stoppin me or my mans. We like whatever.
Pop told me that this moneys not forever so I look for investments
for
my crew to bury treasure. That be it, say when ya makin
money , paw, ya see it - cause if ya cant be paid, its like ya cant
be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get up your dick-beaters
- or heaters - and share the mind state of a fetus - cant beat us -
and
lyrically them niggas cant see this as it gos - we turn kilos
into litres. Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood - and blood
will
often turn the dirt into mud. Bulletts become shells -
names become bells, and if you blow street trial, nigga your cell
becomes hell - said even time dont tell, at least thats how it used
to be, but its a different day and time and strong eyes dont see
down
the wire - ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking
blunts strong as desire - a messiah - raised amongst men that
conspire
to retire but often end up the town crier - In the fire of a
cold world yo, said it be flamin - still we aimin to be the one - Titus
& Haymon HOOK Get ready - my whole teams known to rock
steady - No Getty - I gots more sauce than spaghetti - a machete -
Ill
turn your whole frame to confetti - to the nitty-gritty, we
bout to flip the pity petty - when braves become slaves and plots
become
graves - and strays fly in the air like they was
Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops - while thuggs police blocks - I sit
beside my window sippin sky on the rocks - to see the church
got locks - no goodness in gracious - Loungin with robber barrons
in
rooms thats palacious - to weigh dissin us with the need to
lay down - no more misunderstanding - coming at you , aye-now,
who be
talking - better than that yo, who be hawkin - I suggest
you turn around and just start walking, or Im a catch you coolin
talkin
what a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a
butter-fly knife HOOK GET SWAZY - WE ABOUT TO FLIP
THE SCRIPT AND GET
CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH BIDS
BABY - GOIN ALL OUT - GETTIN DOWN GETTIN GRAVY
- ON THE DAILY
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