CRAZY

CRAZY - Gonna Make It lyrics

rate me

[First Verse:]

My Daddy must have been frustrated, when he busted a nut

Then came me, crawlin' out my Mama's guts

I never figured I'd be born in Hell

In the projects, tryin' to make a livin' off these crack sales

My Baby Mama scream "Child Support"

I can't sleep at home, cuz a nigga sniff coke

Fuck it, I'm up early like a dope fiend

The game got me feelin' like I'm high off Terrazine

Jump in my Grand and I'm mashin'

I score my dope in Texas, down here these niggas taxin'

Twenty-two for a chicken

Sixteen for a real cut believe me, all brick-and

Now it's time to hit the block

I call Sam and Jeff, let's cut this shit into rocks

You know my game don't stop

I'm postin' bail for my nigga Telly, he got caught with a glock

[Chorus: uncredited singer+Crazy]

[singer]

We're going to make it after all

[Crazy]

Niggas don't wanna see me ball

Hold up my middle finger screamin' "Fuck 'em all!"

Feel Me!

[x2]

[Second Verse:]

Been rappin' since an early age, I fiend for loot

I still hear, Corey Hartman, sayin' "Please don't shoot"

Niggas wonder why I plot to make a mil in this shit

Droppin' songs in the studio, bringin' a hit

Never worried about the bitches cuz they came with paper

Me and my nigga Pretty Man is plottin' up on a caper

It's all real in the 'Ville nigga, peep my pain

For six years I was snortin' heavy, addicted to cane

With no family to turn, what else could I do?

None of my niggas couldn't help me, they was loaded too

Dreams of bein' a big rap star circulated

Hooked up in robbin' shit, now I was drug-related

Ridin' in a blue bourbon sayin' "Fuck them Hoes"

White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbauds

Never knowin' that the Feds were comin' tight tomorrow

Y'all bitches just don't wanna see us ball

Feel me now

[Chorus]

[Third Verse:]

Ninety-six brought the death of Roderick, and my nigga Pac

And I was still in the 'Ville slingin' rocks

Told the company I was a soldier, I would've gave my life

That's why a nigga stay loyal to his wife

Nigga started stealin' money, when he got buried

Through all the confusion, I went and got married

Good times didn't last long, cuz we was broke

The company gettin' ran without Roderick was a joke

So a thug fled camp, like Ed Legend did

With my nigga named Henry, went the highest bid

We finally dropped "Shed Tears", now let's wait and see

A week later we gettin' calls, from Master P

And every other major label on the block

Tryin' to get a piece of that nigga comin' like Pac

A hundred thousand records sold, now let me flaunt it

I can finally get that house my Mama wanted

Feel me

[Chorus x2]

[Singer]

Fuck 'em all

We're gonna make it

We're gonna make it

Fuck 'em all

You can suck my dick

Fuck 'em all

This for all the haters

This for all the breather haters

Fuck all ya

We're gonna make it

Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh

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