Krazy lyrics

Artist  : Tupac Shakur 
Song : Krazy



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Roll me a cigarette dog!
They got me feelin
crazier than a motha fucka.
I got bad ass in
this motha fucka.

Puffin on life.
Hopin
that it gets me high.
(Makaveli the don,
representin the outlaws.)
They got a nigga
goin crazy.
(Bad ass representin the
LBC)
(What cha wanna do. You know how we
do.

Time goes by.
Puffin on
life.
Hopin that it gets me high.
They got
a nigga goin crazy.

Feelin crazy.
(Tell
em bout it.)

Last year was hard.
But
life goes on.
Hold my head against the
wall.
Learn the right from wrong.
They say
my ghetto intrumental,
Dextrimental to
kids.
As if they can't see the misery in which
they live.
Lately, for the outcome, damn I'm
reckless.
Check it. You 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 along way but still I
got so far to go.
Dear mama, don't worry. I'm
a watch for snakes.
They'll set you that a
lover. But it's hard today.
I got the letter
that she sent me and I cryed for weeks.
This
one came out when I tryed to speak.
All I
heard was:

Chorus
repeats

1,2,3,4.
I see blodds and crips
runnin up the hill.
Lookin for a better
way.
My brothas and sistas it's time to
bail
Cuz even thug niggas pray.
Hopin God
hear me.
I entered the game. Look how much I
change.
I'm no longer innocent. Casualties of
fame.
Made alot of money, seen alot 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 "nigga get
paid."
No one can understand me. The black
sheep. Outcasted from my family.
Now packin
heat. I run the streets. A young
runnaway.
Live for the day when ya die I could
hear ya say.

Chorus repeats.

God
help me out here, cuz I'm posessed.
I need the
root of all evil for my stress.
Cuz now it's
like a stong prescription drug.
It's got me
addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's
inflicted.
Something about the paper wit the
pictures of the presidents head.
Damn it's
like a motha fuckin plague. It spreads.
It's
epidemic. Forgotten, forgotten it got worse.
I
keep my head on straight, makin money cuz 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 death.
You gotta die.
Bottom
line: peers didn't make it to the years to
come.
Dear life doin right or dear life leavin
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 there'll be
light at the end of the road
Cuz they don't
even know.
A million thangs run through my
mind.
You ain't gotta be in jail or be doin
time.

Chorus repeats

Feelin fucked
up in this bitch.
Smoke half a ounce to the
head.
Drop the top. Indo. Hawaiin. Lansbread.
Buddha. All that shit.
I'm fucked up in this
motha fucka.
And Hennessy don't help. And
Hennessy don't help.
Thug passion in this
motha fucka.
Makaveli the don puttin it down
to the fullest.
Maximum overload. 3 day
theory.
Killuminati to your body with the
impact of a 12 gauge shoty.
Doublized slugs.
No love. Straight thugs.
One time for my
niggas in the jail cell.
(One time for my
niggas locked up.)
One time for my niggas doin
life in hell.
One time for my niggas on Death
Row.
(For my niggas on Death Row. Weat side.
California syle. L.A.)
One time for my niggas
livin broke.
(You know what time it is. No
doubt. Get high. Puffin on life.
Wonder if it
get me high. Yeah. Crazy.)