Bad Azz - Krazy lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac] Throw me a cigarette, dawg! (inhales) They got me feelin' crazier than a motherf**er I got Bad Azz in this motherf**er Makaveli the Don, representin' the Outlawz Bad Azz representin' the LBC Crew So what'cha wanna do? Y'know how we do it [Collision: 2Pac] Puffin' on lye, hopin' that it gets me high Got a n***a goin' crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy [Hook: 2Pac] Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a n***a goin' crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy (Tell 'em about it!) [Verse 1: 2Pac] 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 Hennessy 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 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… [Hook: 2Pac] Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a n***a going' crazy I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a n***a goin' crazy I feel crazy (One, two, three, four) [Verse 2: 2Pac] I see Bloods and Crips runnin' up the hill Lookin' for a better wayyyyyy My brothers and sisters, it's time to bail ‘Cause even thug n***as prayyyyyy 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, "n***a, 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… (Thug Life, baby!) [Hook: 2Pac] Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a n***a goin' crazy I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a n***a goin' crazy Crazy Crazy Crazy I feel crazy (crazy) [Verse 3: 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 Somethin' about the paper with the pictures of the president's head, damn, it's like a motherf**in' 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, it's in d**h, you gotta die A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come Did life doin' right or did life livin' 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 doin' time (You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time) [Hook: 2Pac] Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a n***a goin' crazy I feel crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high Got a n***a goin' crazy [Collision: 2Pac] I feel f**ed up in this b**h I smoked half a ounce to the head. Chocolate Thai, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha – all that sh**! I'm f**ed up in this motherf**er And Hennessy don't help And Hennessy don't help Thug Pa**ion in this muh'f**er Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest Maximum overload 3 Day Theory – k**uminati to your body With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs One time for my n***as in the jail cell, (One time for my n***as locked up) One time for my n***as doin' life in Hell, (One time for my n***as and sh**, one time) One time for my n***as in the jail cell (One time) One time for my n***as doin' life in Hell (One time for my n***as locked down) One time for my n***as on the d**h Row (One time for my n***as on the Row) For my n***as on d**h Row One time for my n***as livin' broke (Westside, California style, LA!) One time for my n***as livin' broke (You know what time it is, no doubt) One time for my n***as in the jail cell (Get high, puffin' on lye) Wonder if it get me high, yeah