Beatnuts – U Crazy lyrics

Man*talking "I*

can't forget or reject the sights of the ghetto the,
smells of the ghetto and, especially the sounds of the ghetto you, know "?[Cormega]

Yo
my....nigga JuJu what's up baby (Psycho?
Les Psycho, Les) (JuJu
JuJu), [Cormega]
Let's
get this money let's, get hung ya na'mean (big? thugs big, thugs) niggas
crazy man [Cormega]!

I'd
rather die like a man and live a coward life At
a night moving the fangs the crooked up and powered white You
know me I, was OT Getting
it lo' key remembering, what old timers told me The
first law you wanna hold heat burst yours Props
to seek have you sleeping in hurst doors The
conversation indicated props are sharp He
said he never hold many cause it might be marked It's
like this give me mine or I'm a take what's yours Make
love war spray, up doors say, no more Instead
of picking weight up more I'm, picking mic's up Lounging
on my mothers sofa kicking, my Nike's up Like
Koobi Agi who could stop me Your
coke is doodle papi My
people said they need they cash back cash, that son I
caught a flash back the crimes and the whip times change Niggas
shine me I, sparkle like a diamond ring [Hook]

YOU
CRAZY thinking, you gonna stop the rule (Psycho Les Psycho, Les) TOO
LATE we, get your heart rate out control (JuJu JuJu), THINK
BIG now, live bigger baby that's the goal and
maybe a little later WE'LL, BE HOT TO HOLD YOU
CRAZY thinking, you gonna stop the rule TOO
LATE we, get your heart rate out control Here's
my outlook bitches, put out with no output cause
see a little later WE'LL, BE HOT TO HOLD [Psycho

Les] Let
me get a EQ (inaudible) up beats, is clear You
say you flipping pies you, must work at a pizzeria No
need to fear The, Nuts is here And
it's about to be off the da hook this year Let
the buzz in your ear like, the fuzz in your rear Every
time you see me I'm, guzzling beer Blazing
them trees counting, up gee's Old
school on the pro to bouncing a beat What's
my name (He? said) You know da game (You? fine) Every
time I swing my fists I hit right (Right) The
professional boxer knock, you out of ox-y-gen Now
you out the game ob-so-lete, Hit
you wit the shit you ain't used TA And
(inaudible) snakes all in my head like Medusa But
I won't let them get the best of me You
can smell what I'm cooking but you can't have the recipe [Hook]

[JuJu]

Look
homes I'm, trying uplift this shit Make
history something, for the kids and shit Put
my heart in my music for as long as I live Nigga
the sound of the ghetto coming out of the crib Hard-core
to art form bigger than rap All
I know is that a lot of new niggas in crack Sounding
like dummies man niggas should act It's
wrong and where I come from biting is wack Maybe
that's why niggas never walk through the hood They
ask there, intentions never been any good Little
bitch ass niggas if I catch them I would Put
my foot up they ass man as far as I could Man

*talking "Can*

the small talk fat man and let's get it on Maestro!
if you will "...[Hook]