Artist: Makaveli Album: The Don Killuminati The 7 Day Theory Song: 08 Krazy www.geocities.com/blaknguyver Roll me a cigarette dog They got me feelin krazier than a mothafucka I got bad ass in this mothafucka Puffin on life hopin that it get me high (Makaveli the don, representin the Outlaws) Got a nigga goin crazy (Bad ass representin the LBC) Oh yeah I feel krazy (What cha wanna do you know how we do) Time goes by puffin on life Hopin that it gets me high Got a nigga goin krazy Oh yeah I feel krazy (Tell em bout it) Last year was hard one but life goes on Hold my head against the wall learning right from wrong They say my ghetto instrumental, dextrimental 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'm a watch for snakes Tell Sekiywa 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 Chorus 2x Time goes by puffin on life Hopin that it gets me high Got a nigga goin krazy I feel krazy (All I heard was) 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 changed 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 runaway Live for the day when ya die I could hear ya say Chorus 2x God help me out here cuz I'm posessed I need the root of all evil for my stress Cuz money is like a strong prescription drug It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicts Something about the paper with the pictures of the president's head Damn it's like a mothafuckin 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 to be doin time Chorus 2x 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 mothafucka 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.)