Krazy

(album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 1996)

[2Pac:]
Throw me a cigarette, dawg! [*inhales*]
They got me feeling crazier than a motherfucker
I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker
Makaveli the Don, representing the Outlawz
Bad Azz representing the LBC Crew
So what'cha wanna do? Y'know how we do it

[2Pac:]
Puffing on lye, hoping that it gets me high
Got a nigga going crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy

[2Pac:]
Time goes by, puffing on lye
Hoping that it gets me high
Got a nigga going crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy

(Tell 'em about it!)

[2Pac:]
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall, learning right from wrong
They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me for the outcome, ban my records – check it
Don't have to bump this, but please respect it
I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us
Turned into a plus, now they stuck living blinded
Hennessy got me feeling bad, time to stop drinking
Rolling in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'?
Sitting in my car, watch the stars and smoke
I came a long way, but still I got so far to go
Dear mama, don't worry; I'ma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu that I love her, but it's hard today
I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak – all I heard was…

[2Pac:]
Time goes by, puffing on lye
Hoping that it gets me high
Got a nigga going' crazy
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffing on lye
Hoping that it gets me high
Got a nigga going crazy
I feel crazy

(One, two, three, four)

[2Pac:]
I see bloods and crips running up the hill
Looking for a better way
My brothers and sisters, it's time to bail
'Cause even thug niggas pray
Hoping God hear me, I entered the game
Look how much I changed
I'm no longer innocent – casualties of fame
Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places
And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
Your only son done became a man
Watching time fly, I love my people, do or die
But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
Mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga, get paid!"
No one can understand me – the black sheep
Outcasted from my family, now packing heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say… (Thug Life, baby!)

[2Pac:]
Time goes by, puffing on lye
Hoping that it gets me high
Got a nigga going crazy
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffing on lye
Hoping that it gets me high
Got a nigga going crazy
Crazy
Crazy
Crazy
I feel crazy (crazy)

[Bad Azz:]
God, help me out here, 'cause I'm possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
'Cause money's like a strong prescription drug
It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
Something about the paper with the pictures of the president's head, damn, it's like a motherfucking plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, making money 'cause it's cursed
Making money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fighting to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die
A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life doing right or did life living dumb
Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya
Or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road
(Why?) 'Cause they don't even know
A million things run through my mind (through my mind)
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doing time
(You ain't gotta be in jail to be doing time)

[2Pac:]
Time goes by, puffing on lye
Hoping that it gets me high
Got a nigga going crazy
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffing on lye
Hoping that it gets me high
Got a nigga going crazy

[2Pac:]
I feel fucked up in this bitch
I smoked half a ounce to the head. Chocolate Thai, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, Buddha – all that shit!
I'm fucked up in this motherfucker
And Hennessy don't help
And Hennessy don't help
Thug Passion in this muh'fucker
Makaveli the Don putting it down to the fullest
Maximum overload
3 Day Theory – Killuminati to your body
With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs

One time for my niggas in the jail cell, (One time for my niggas locked up)
One time for my niggas doing life in Hell, (One time for my niggas and shit, one time)
One time for my niggas in the jail cell (One time)
One time for my niggas doing life in Hell (One time for my niggas locked down)
One time for my niggas on the Death Row
(One time for my niggas on the Row)
For my niggas on Death Row
One time for my niggas living broke (Westside, California style, LA!)
One time for my niggas living broke (You know what time it is, no doubt)
One time for my niggas in the jail cell (Get high, puffing on lye)
Wonder if it get me high, yeah