"U Krazy" lyrics
Big things come in small packages, motherfucker
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something
You don't really want it
Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something
You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
Man, look at the wheels
The motherfucking wheels, black [?] bloods
You niggas know the deal
Fuck Lamborghini doors, nigga. I ride stock and fuck you little rap niggas homie I buy pac
Dude told me long time ago, "Joy is pain."
You sell 5 million records some shit gonna change
He was right. I traded the coupe and got me a Range
No "ice" to black diamonds in my black-wall chain
You know, I'm gonna ride and ain't shit change
But the right to claim both sides. East side, west side!
Niggas know me down in best style, blowing sticky with them crook-land kids
Hit switches on the Brooklyn bridge. Speakers banging. I'm going going
Big took you there and game recognize game. Don't play me, homie
You think 'cause I'm a millionaire I won't spray you, homie
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something
You don't really want it
Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something
You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
It's only been 12 months. I lost a few friends
Had my baby mama bust the windows out of my Benz
Hip-hop police on me every city I'm in. Well, hell, me and low-dipping again
Three-wheel motion chrome spokes on the rims
Run up on us, watch that .38 revolver spin
I'm rich game bitch. I made a few mill
Now the 64 impala got a Paul Wall grill
They say I moved out the hood
I ain't keeping it real
So, I took the projects back and put it on top of the hill
I'm hungry. Still rap like I ain't got no deal
You can pop that Cristal but, nigga, I pop steel
I'm going "Diamond". I put that on my unborn child
I'm almost dead. I ran 99 miles
Bitches. They used to diss me
They're feeling me now
They say I rap like I'm from New York and they like my style
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something
You don't really want it
Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something
You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
This can be the day you get richer or this can be the day you try
This can be the day you walk away or this can be the day you die
Yeah, motherfucker. You hear my shit in the club when you do know 9 out of 10 times I'm in the club
Stop fucking with Cristal. I can't pay that price
I take a 20.40 ounces and a bucket of ice
Pour it on my niggas. Now, they're flooded with ice
Niggas hate me to my death 'cause I'm loving my life
I can walk through any hood. I paid that cost
I ain't felt disco since I got shot in the hearth
27 years old. Put the tell on the Porsche
27 covers from double XL to the source
Dr. Dre choose me to carry the torch
I spit 'cause the D.O.C. lost his voice
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something
You don't really want it
Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something
You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something
You don't really want it
Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something
You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
Man, look at the wheels
The motherfucking wheels, black [?] bloods
You niggas know the deal
Fuck Lamborghini doors, nigga. I ride stock and fuck you little rap niggas homie I buy pac
Dude told me long time ago, "Joy is pain."
You sell 5 million records some shit gonna change
He was right. I traded the coupe and got me a Range
No "ice" to black diamonds in my black-wall chain
You know, I'm gonna ride and ain't shit change
But the right to claim both sides. East side, west side!
Niggas know me down in best style, blowing sticky with them crook-land kids
Hit switches on the Brooklyn bridge. Speakers banging. I'm going going
Big took you there and game recognize game. Don't play me, homie
You think 'cause I'm a millionaire I won't spray you, homie
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something
You don't really want it
Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something
You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
It's only been 12 months. I lost a few friends
Had my baby mama bust the windows out of my Benz
Hip-hop police on me every city I'm in. Well, hell, me and low-dipping again
Three-wheel motion chrome spokes on the rims
Run up on us, watch that .38 revolver spin
I'm rich game bitch. I made a few mill
Now the 64 impala got a Paul Wall grill
They say I moved out the hood
I ain't keeping it real
So, I took the projects back and put it on top of the hill
I'm hungry. Still rap like I ain't got no deal
You can pop that Cristal but, nigga, I pop steel
I'm going "Diamond". I put that on my unborn child
I'm almost dead. I ran 99 miles
Bitches. They used to diss me
They're feeling me now
They say I rap like I'm from New York and they like my style
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something
You don't really want it
Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something
You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
This can be the day you get richer or this can be the day you try
This can be the day you walk away or this can be the day you die
Yeah, motherfucker. You hear my shit in the club when you do know 9 out of 10 times I'm in the club
Stop fucking with Cristal. I can't pay that price
I take a 20.40 ounces and a bucket of ice
Pour it on my niggas. Now, they're flooded with ice
Niggas hate me to my death 'cause I'm loving my life
I can walk through any hood. I paid that cost
I ain't felt disco since I got shot in the hearth
27 years old. Put the tell on the Porsche
27 covers from double XL to the source
Dr. Dre choose me to carry the torch
I spit 'cause the D.O.C. lost his voice
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna drop something
You don't really want it
Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna shoot
"You're crazy," I say, when the niggas gonna pop something
You don't really ain't it, nigga. Better stop fronting
'Cause when the things come out, we're gonna drop something
