Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Crazaay lyrics

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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
 (REPEAT 4X)

 [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
 (REPEAT 4X)

 [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
 (REPEAT 4X
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Big Beat

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Language: English

Appearing on: Conspiracy (1995)

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