Krazy
Hand me a cigarette dawg!
They got me feelin crazier than a motherfucker
I got bad ass in this motherfucker
Makaveli the Don, representin' the Outlawz
Bad ass representin' the L.B.C
So what'cha wanna do? Y'know how we do it
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
(Tell 'em bout it)
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin' right from wrong
They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental 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
Hennesey 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'ma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take
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
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin crazy
I feel crazy (all I hear was)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (crazy!, Crazy!)
I feel crazy (one, two, three, four)
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters it's time to bail
'Cause 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 a lot of money, seen a lot 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 one-six, 'seven-one, 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 today
When he died, I could hear him (made it!) Say, c'mon (westside!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (she better get me fucked up)
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (crazy! Crazy!)
I feel crazy (crazy! Black it out, huh)
God help me out here (help me out!) 'cause I'm posessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
'Cause money's like a stong prescription drug, it's got me addicted
To the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
Somethin' 'bout the paper with the pictures of the president's head
Damn, it's like a motherfuckin' plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cause 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, "Fighting to live"
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die
A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life doin' right, or did life livin' 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, that there'll be light at the end of the road
(Why?) 'Cause they don't even know
A million thangs run through my mind
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time (remember this too)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (crazy! Crazy!)
I feel crazy (crazy!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (I feel fucked up in this bitch!)
I feel crazy (I smoked half an ounce to the head)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye (chocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread)
Hopin' that it gets me high (Buddha, all that shit)
Got a nigga goin' crazy (I feel fucked up in this motherfucker!)
(And Hennesey don't help) I feel crazy (and Hennesey don't help)
(Thug Passion in this muh'fucker) time goes by, puffin' on lye (makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest)
Hopin' that it gets me high (maximum overload)
Got a nigga goin' crazy (three day theory, killuminati to your body)
With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty (I feel crazy)
Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs
One time for my niggaz in the jail cell (one time for my niggaz locked up)
One time for my niggaz doin' life in hell (one time for my niggaz and shit, one time)
One time (one time) for my niggaz in the jail cell
One time for my niggaz doin' life in hell (one time for my niggaz locked down)
One time (one time) for my niggaz on Death Row (one time for my niggaz on the Row)
For my niggaz on Death Row (for my niggaz on the Death Row)
One time for my niggaz livin, broke (Westside, California style, L.A.!)
One time (you know what time it is, no doubt) for my niggaz livin, broke
One time (get high, puffin on lye) for my niggaz in the jail cell
(Wonder if it get me high)
(Yeah, yeah)
They got me feelin crazier than a motherfucker
I got bad ass in this motherfucker
Makaveli the Don, representin' the Outlawz
Bad ass representin' the L.B.C
So what'cha wanna do? Y'know how we do it
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
(Tell 'em bout it)
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Hold my head against the wall learnin' right from wrong
They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental 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
Hennesey 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'ma watch for snakes
Tell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to take
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
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin crazy
I feel crazy (all I hear was)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (crazy!, Crazy!)
I feel crazy (one, two, three, four)
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters it's time to bail
'Cause 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 a lot of money, seen a lot 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 one-six, 'seven-one, 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 today
When he died, I could hear him (made it!) Say, c'mon (westside!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (she better get me fucked up)
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (crazy! Crazy!)
I feel crazy (crazy! Black it out, huh)
God help me out here (help me out!) 'cause I'm posessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
'Cause money's like a stong prescription drug, it's got me addicted
To the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
Somethin' 'bout the paper with the pictures of the president's head
Damn, it's like a motherfuckin' plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money 'cause 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, "Fighting to live"
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die
A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life doin' right, or did life livin' 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, that there'll be light at the end of the road
(Why?) 'Cause they don't even know
A million thangs run through my mind
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time (remember this too)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (crazy! Crazy!)
I feel crazy (crazy!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy (I feel fucked up in this bitch!)
I feel crazy (I smoked half an ounce to the head)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye (chocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread)
Hopin' that it gets me high (Buddha, all that shit)
Got a nigga goin' crazy (I feel fucked up in this motherfucker!)
(And Hennesey don't help) I feel crazy (and Hennesey don't help)
(Thug Passion in this muh'fucker) time goes by, puffin' on lye (makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest)
Hopin' that it gets me high (maximum overload)
Got a nigga goin' crazy (three day theory, killuminati to your body)
With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty (I feel crazy)
Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs
One time for my niggaz in the jail cell (one time for my niggaz locked up)
One time for my niggaz doin' life in hell (one time for my niggaz and shit, one time)
One time (one time) for my niggaz in the jail cell
One time for my niggaz doin' life in hell (one time for my niggaz locked down)
One time (one time) for my niggaz on Death Row (one time for my niggaz on the Row)
For my niggaz on Death Row (for my niggaz on the Death Row)
One time for my niggaz livin, broke (Westside, California style, L.A.!)
One time (you know what time it is, no doubt) for my niggaz livin, broke
One time (get high, puffin on lye) for my niggaz in the jail cell
(Wonder if it get me high)
(Yeah, yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Marvin Darrell Harper, Jamarr Antonio Stamps
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