(Crazy) Crazy Don alias Doc Holliday I took four shots, and I'm back You muthafuckas surprised?
(Crazy+????): Ask my niggas bout my history, I took four shots You niggas wanna go to war? Well here's your grave plot Mix some weed with the hennessey, I start to trip We'll be in Providence with Roderick, runnin' the lip Let's reincarnate Bishop, up to where we Northville nigga, got the chopper for the Non-believers I could've sworn that you niggas from my town homie Where were you bitches when the feds came down on me? I never guessed that my phones were tapped From Texas to Atlanta, you niggas know I ride strapped We, run the block nigga Score the G's Score from the hoes on the highway talkin' a hundred ki's I want the G's, nigga that's the only way Put some hennessey in my casket on my death day And if I die, I'm hopin' that I get to heaven If not I'm goin' to Hell, bustin' with my Mack-11
(Uncredited male rapper) Get ready for combat, Known for totin' straps or prior Tire, all black, smokin' sacks, intended acts Caps get peeled back on gats that's stolen Gimme what'cha holdin', fuck all the bull dozin' Straight foreclosin' Shops on blocks with glocks Plow on the clock But we don't all stop Puttin' the red dot and that's on top Of Presidents, Chopper City Residents, Evidence irrelevant for marchin' a settlement With a regiment of soldiers In fatigues, blazin' weed Chasin' at top speed, stackin' G's, Pumpin' ki's You know the stee Me and T, trunk blazin' Duct tapin', pocket rapin', Beenie masqueradin' Regulatin' lames In the game, for the cane Layin' in the pubic range of your dame Bustin' brains for chump change And remain the same Meals, deals, legs Wheels concealed Steals battlefields from the 'Ville to the Hill Throw Cita, night creeper Equal to gettin' cheeba Workin' off the beeper, twerkin' your senorita Peeped ya, from the hidin' Can't help ya nigga, dividin' Won't stop us Spittin' with choppers, you can't dodge it
Chorus (Crazy):
You bust! I bust with my trigga You don't wanna fuck with me, RUFF ERA NIGGAS!!!
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(Uncredited Female Rapper) Understand I'm Ruff Era Nigga til' I die Certified, pass me the clip, watch them bullets fly See my life is high beams, take the limit, the sky Let niggas know I'm the bitch of this entourage Find that line, everything I touch is platinumized Capitalize, monopolize, hypnotize You bitches never could fuck with me, lyrics crystalized Just like ??? in it's purest, bitches droppin' like flies Surprised? We low ridin' in Crazy's expedition When you see it, then do not wonder why yo nigga's missin' I been rappin' since nineteen ninety scandolous on that mission Pack somethin' bigger than nuts, female intuition You know you pussy ass bitches really make me sick And bitches that try to stop me can lick my clit Cuz I'm a bad bitch, niener the only hoe I trust So don't fuck with my entourage cuz if they bust I bust I'm scandolous
(Uncredited Male rapper) Just a young nigga drinkin' malt liquor Try me, bitch you wanna get to heaven quicker Hit the scene with my mausburg two-twenty-three Cuz every nigga on my team flashin' red beams Never will I let me enemies capture me Strap a bomb nigga, smokin' weed, picture me Be the ones with bandanas and cream And I'ma flip til' you muthafuckas murder me Got my glock on my hip, try to fuck with this You wanna take it like a man, goin' fist to fist? Nigga, I'm smokin' weed til' I enter the World Never forgot about the time I screamed "Fuck the World" Lord forgive me for the shit I said I pray daily, cuz a nigga got a price on my head Fuck 'em We in the expo gettin' blowed Ninety-nine, this be the realest shit I ever wrote Remember me from the St. Bernard Avenue? We kill each other so imagine what we'd do to you Bitch, you wanna run and feel the wrath of me? And my muthafuckin' mausburg two-twenty three The police got me crazy I can't walk in my own hood, that's the way you made me My nigga Cane in the feds, sendin' me mail Told me "Nigga please pay my bail" When I bust you bust!
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(uncredited male rapper) Which one of y'all wanna meet a nigga head on? Infra-red's and the lead til' your head gone Call the feds but my clique made of teflon Any nigga wanna bust he better come strong! Bystanders gettin' caught up in a war zone Adversaries past tense, niggas dead and gone My heater makin' niggas get they rest on AK's stay bustin' til' they chest gone! In the city where these niggas stay chopper totin' Minyard find ya with your head bust open Like that, muthafuckas get dealt with Niggas slip, they get hit up with a hollow tip Me and Crazy makin' niggas have nightmares Lights out! Muthafuckas better say they prayers From the four, so fa sho, I bust quicker Breather Life, if you bust, I bust nigga
(uncredited male rapper) First if I hit, glock spit, your gut tore Stuck close Fuck you! I hang with nothin' but cut-throats Shot through your ligiments You gettin' indignant? My niggas ignorant Very ignorant, to be sufficient They gat bustas That's slushas, ya block puzzled We use a silencer to keep the shot muffled You thugs and losers Drug abusers Scheme runners We savages, look what New Orleans done us! We tryin' to get ours by plottin' to get yours Skip those that ain't got shit We want your bricks hoe, and quick though And we sick though You flashin' jew-els We bust a few shells Up that We greedy, fuck that You outta luck Black I'm beyond heartless, a con artist, raised hostile Been wild, when I get mine, then I smile Right now, ain't shit to laugh for So I blast for my figures You don't wanna cross Ruff Era niggas
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(BMG) We devour fake niggas, claimin' to be the realest We'll see, so fuck it, I guess that I'm charged with it My guards up, my guns cocked to hit it Your girl jocked to lick it You gotta die if you snitchin' Who got the weed? Fire it up Check and see if them people got that boy, wire it up Hit 'em twice in the gut A dead issue, man you see 'em on the South Side smokin' a swisher See the news caught'cha picture BMG done got wit'cha Shit he must don't know, now go on and cope Them downtown warriors, we cut throat We drop and run inside and bustin' through the door Heard 'em hit the floor Silencers on the four-four Hit Sam on the mobile Man, that hoe ain't no more He ain't play the game how it go Tried to cross a nigga out fa sho But I handled that so pass the Mo' Pour it slow, doin' one-fifteen in the Camaro From the H-town to the N.O. Florida, A-L, Five-four
(Crazy) Feel the wrath of Doc Holliday Nigga as I spray I'm tryin' to get rid of a hundred rounds of my K For play I've been bustin' niggas heads for years Now they done released me on the World, now it's time for tears A hundred breathers screamin' "KILL ME! WE DON'T WANNA LIVE NO MORE!" Beggin' Jesus to let us into Heaven's door Picture me runnin' at my adversary, glock in hand I possess, immortality in this one man I smell death in the air, nigga watch me breathe I was born into this helter-skelter from my Mama's seed I'm puffin' weed until these bitch niggas assassinate me Once I'm in my casket, will these bitch niggas still hate me? When I die, let me die clutchin' on my trigga Believe me I would die for these Ruff Era niggas!
