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 They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck 
 Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts 
 Crazy (lay a nigga down like what) 
 Cause they don't know nothin 'bout me 
      Trice is the truth, puncture your roof 
 If what I enunciate ain't gettin through you 
 Listen nigga, School Craft raised me 
 Hey bay-bay, you don't wanna fuckin play with me 
 I got the K covered up in the back 
 Got the pistol on my side nigga, O stay strapped 
 Stacks in the jeans, this is a natural thing 
 I don't act out a movie, I'm actually the scene 
 I pull up on the scene, nigga holla back 
 With a bad bitch Italian and black 
 They don't take double takes, they take Kodaks 
 Coast through the club relaxed, where the V.I.P. at 
 Coast under the cub, post underneath the duds 
 Supposed to, I'm a muh'fuckin thug 
 But they say he crazy cause he don't give a fuck 
 First nigga play me, light his ass up   
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 Yeah I'm crazy, the hood made me 
 So O abide by the code on the daily 
 Niggaz get it twisted, bitches get it twisted 
 Cause I live like unrealistically 
 Ay, my nigga Breed in the booth with me 
 Motor City 'til them paul bearers dig me 
 underneath the soil 
 Ain't no future in your frontin, nigga I'm Detroit loyal     
 Oh so what you know karate? I know crazy 
 Hit you with somethin leave your left side lazy 
 Comin for the whole shebang, yup, believe that 
 Take it like I want it, get behind ya like I need that 
 'Til I get more "Whassup's" than Martin 
 Get drunk, come through, bust up the party 
 Tonight, very night, Breed and Obie Trice 
 You say our ass crazy, yeah you motherfuckin right   
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 Say I need Ritalin, cause when the choppers start riddlin 
 Bodies start droppin, disappearin 
 Tempers start flarin, nigga nuttin up 
 Ain't no comin back from that bruh 
 Ay, bad days some faggot in a bag 
 Give a fuck what neighborhood you at 
 What Dilla dick you suckin, when the pistols buckin 
 Lord knows someone family's sufferin 
 And I ain't the nigga that'll start the beef 
 I lay back, I ain't got a problem with G 
 But lick her and niggaz like twelve hits of E 
 Suicidal, somebody on their way to meet Jesus 
 These demons keep chasin me 
 Get away from me, or the AK speaks 
 No wonder why they see him as a freak 
 Say he crazy, in the muh'fuckin street   
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