2Pac: Crazy

{Intro}Hand me a cigarette DAWG! {inhales}They got me feelin crazier than a motherfuckerI got Bad Ass in this motherfuckerMakaveli the Don, representin the OutlawzBad Ass representin the L.B.C.So what'cha wanna do? Y'know how we do it{overlapping the Intro}.. puffin on lyeHopin that it get me highGot a nigga goin cra-zyOh yeah, I feel cra-zy::Chorus::Time goes by, puffin on lyeHopin that it gets me highGot a nigga goin cra-zyOh yeah, I feel cra-zy(Tell 'em bout it){2Pac}Last year was a hard one, but life goes onHold my head against the wall learnin right from wrongThey say my ghetto intrumental, detrimental to kidsAs if they can't see the misery in which they liveBlame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check itDon't have to bump this but please respect itI took a minus and now the hard times are behind usTurned into a plus, now they stuck livin blindedHennesey got me feelin bad, time to stop drinkinRollin, in my drop-top Jag, what's that cops thinkin?Sittin in my car, watch the stars and smokeI came a long way but still I got so far to goDear mama, don't worry; I'ma watch for snakesTell Setchu, that I love her, but it's hard to takeI got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeksThis what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was{Chorus - repeat 2X}(One, two, three, four){2Pac}I see bloods and crips runnin up the hillLookin for a better wayyyyyy..My brothers and sisters it's time to bailcause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy..Hopin God hear me, I entered the game; look how much I changedI'm no longer innocent - casualties of fameMade a lot of money, seen a lot of placesAnd I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's facewhen I gave her the keys to her own house, this your landYour only son done became a manWatchin time fly; I love my people do or dieBut I wonder why, we scared to let each other flyJune 1-6, '7-1, the daymama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga get paid."No one can understand me - the black sheepOutcasted from my family, now packin heatI run the streets, a young runaway, live for todayWhen he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..{Chorus - repeat 2X}{Bad Ass}God help me out here, cause I'm posessedI need the root of all evil for my stressCause money's like a stong prescription drug, it's got me addictedto the pleasure and the pain it inflictedSomethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president's, headDamn, it's like a motherfuckin plague that spreadIt's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worseI keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's cursedMakin money makes a difference day by day so I gotta staypaid, no doubt, day in and day outThis life is like a vicious cycle called fightin to liveNo matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta dieA lot of my, peers didn't make it to the years to comeDid life doin right, or did life livin dumbWho has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my eldersThey aged and experienced, but they can't even tell yaor tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road(Why?) Cause they don't even knowA million thangs run through my mind..You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin time..{Chorus - repeat 2X}{Chorus repeats while Tupac speaks below}{2Pac}I feel fucked up in this bitch.I smoked half a ounce to the headChocolate tye, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha, all that shitI'm fucked up in this motherfucker, and Hennesey don't helpand Hennesey don't help - Thug Passion in this muh'fuckerMakaveli the Don puttin it down to the fullest, maximum overload3 Day Theory - Killuminati to your bodywith the impact of a 12 gauge shottyDouble-I slugs, no love, straight thugsOne 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 for my niggaz in the jail cell(One time)One time for my niggaz doin life in hell(One time for my niggaz locked down)One time for my niggaz in the jail cell(For my niggaz locked up, one time)One time for my niggaz on Death Row(One time for my niggaz on the Row)For my niggaz on Death RowOne time for my niggaz livin, broke(Westside, California style, L.A.!)One time for my niggaz livin, broke(You know what time it is, no doubt)One time for my niggaz in the.. jail cell(Get high, puffin on lye, wonder if it get me high)(Yeah, yeah, crazy..)