Christopher Graham - It's a crazy thang lyrics

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Christopher Graham - It's a crazy thang lyrics

[Intro] Oh yeah, this is Graham [Verse 1] Shebon had a shape like an hourgla** I'm writing this as if it was my last Reorganized the clique when the under boss fled f**ing f*ggot, next time I'll led your bed Homie what, y'all still wanna ride wit this Half of you are, weak as piss The force of gravity in constant odds By-pa** the ladder and gather among gods Tell me whats his breakin point I agree with your viewpoint If they were resurrected, they'd k** themself And I guess that's why I'm all by myself [Chorus] It's a crazy thang, it's a crazy thang Oh yeah, it is I'm feelin' all right wit this crazy thang [Verse 2] Don't program the ba**, producer? Liar! Get hot like your body's on fire I hit corners, slung blocks Bury me real in the pine box While as the L.A. zoo it's round two Yeah, you know how Slum do, when we come through Thought of dyin broke with no legacy make my knees weak If only I knew, you woulda pa**ed the next week Now seasoned by the architect, spiced up the words Alot of you be looking at the game backwards This is social justice for every cow, chicken That I explode, like an ash can [Chorus] It's a crazy thang, it's a crazy thang Oh yeah, it is I'm feelin' all right wit this crazy thang [Verse 3] Could care less about his 600 Who run this? We run this! Quick to throw a hot verse to beats I leapt over giants beats, did d**h-defying feats Instead of yappin' gums, how they be holdin' guns I'm blessed I must confess, I'm one of the one's Yo we steal your funds while you layin there I got a question whats it all about in here? Jack Kerr the ugly curly dude I also hate Leighanne for her bossing intrude I hang wit ya homies that'll kick ya gays Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas, yays [Chorus] It's a crazy thang, it's a crazy thang Oh yeah, it is I'm feelin' all right wit this crazy thang [Verse 4, partly without music] Put the block down Casually walking in on my own Your b**h-a** didn't take notes, infra-red scope beamin Now that he gone, driven his mom screamin' Scheming like a demon,you're screamin' and dreamin' Hip Hop is a way of life, it's in my breath The whole day through pimp, say I stay on the grind The world is crazy but trust me that's how it's designed Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin all yall punk crews When the Rhime Son ridin shotgun n***as see the blues Drippin wet from d**h threat messages I inject Have you got no self respect?

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