Hand me a cigarette dog!
They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker
I got Bad Ass in this motherfucker
Makaveli the Don, representin' the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do itTime goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got a nigga goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy[Chorus]
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy(Tell 'em bout it)Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin' 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 livin' blinded
Hennesey got me feelin' bad, time to stop drinkin'
Rollin, in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin'?
Sittin' 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 to take
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[Chorus: x2](One, two, three, four)I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill
lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters it's time to build
'cause even thug niggas pray
Hopin' 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
watchin' 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 packin heat
I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..[Chorus: x2]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
somethin' bout the paper wit the pictures of the president's, head
Damn, it's like a motherfuckin' plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cause it's cursed
makin' 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 fightin' to live
No matter how hard you try to see death, you gotta die
A lot of my, peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life do 'em right, or did life leave 'em dumb
Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell them
or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road
(Why?) 'Cause they don't even know
A million thangs run through my mind..
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time..[Chorus: x2]I'm feelin' fucked up in this bitch.
I smoked half a ounce to the head
Chocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambs bread, Buddha, all that shit
I'm fucked up in this motherfucker, and Hennesey don't help
and Hennesey don't help, Thug Passion in this muh'fucker
Makaveli the Don puttin' 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 thugsOne time for my niggas in the jail cell
(One time for my niggas locked up)
One time for my niggas doin' 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 doin' life in hell
(One time for my niggas locked down)
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
(For my niggas locked up, one time)
One time for my niggas on Death Row
(One time for my niggas on the Row)
For my niggas on Death Row
One time for my niggas livin', broke
(Westside, California style, L.A.!)
One time for my niggas livin', broke
(You know what time it is, no doubt)
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
(Get high, puffin on lye, wonder if it get me high)
(Yeah, yeah, crazy)
Songwriters
HARPER, DARRYL / SHAKUR, TUPAC / STAMPS, JAMAR A. ("BADASS")Published by
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