My thoughts are thundering  tumblin
 Sons of bitches  switches  from yelling ta mumbling
 You ain't a pal of me  my family ties but not wit Mallory
 My analogy ain't for salary  as I roll reality thru galaxies
 Four centuries  it's sent to me with the scent of oiu
 Witta chain representing penitentiaries
 from Roman town to Borentown
 From Newark to Illtown
 And all you know from
 lifers, Rikers ta foesome
 Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low
 You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow
 I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption
 You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking
 Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing
 From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function
 Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
 Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up

 Chorus:

 Jersey niggas are the craziest
 New York niggas are the craziest
 DC niggas are the craziest
 Philly niggas are the craziest
 LA niggas are the craziest
 Chi town niggas are the craziest
 Texas niggas are the craziest
 Utah niggas are the craziest

 Verse 2: Vin Rock

 My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you
 get bust
 You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough
 I'm puttin it down on the real end
 This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
 my skills, niggas I been rockin since lee twillz
 and we feel that we build careers of steel
 So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find
 thinkin
 Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin
 The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty
 Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie
 And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses
 young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
 They don't begin wit no lying professor
 they begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
 Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan
 wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands

 Chorus:

 Detroit niggas are the craziest
 Miami niggas are the craziest
 Little Rock niggas are the craziest
 Oak Town niggas are the craziest

 Verse 3: Treach

 I got barbarians to bogard me in
 at a club that barred me when
 a broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard
 A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls
 Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
 Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut
 Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi
 Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick
 Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
 You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit
 Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip
 Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit
 If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it
 I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit
 Fuck astronauts I rock it
 and from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets

 Chorus:

 Cleveland niggas are the craziest
 Virginia niggas are the craziest
 Kentucky niggas are the craziest
 St. Louis niggas are the craziest
 Atlanta niggas are the craziest
 Maryland niggas are the craziest
 San Diego niggas are the craziest
 Seattle niggas are the craziest
 Boston niggas are the craziest
 Illtown niggas are the craziest
 Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
 Jersey City niggas are the craziest
 All my Newark niggas are the craziest