[Lyric] Crazaay (Junior M.A.F.I.A.)

[Intro: News Report]
Statistics have shown that youth violence is at record high today in America
Due to excessive use of drugs and alcohol-
MAAAN!!! How da fuck do you know!!!!

[Verse 1: Larceny]
My mind's just spinnin' off dat indo smoke
Got me seein' double visions cause I'm tore up loc
It's no joke, da weed smoke got me crazaay
And da E&J got me pissy like a baby
I was fuckin' with these twins gettin' crazy ends
Robbin' jewelry stores for the cash and the gems
Identical bastards on some fast shit
Tried to stash it
Took the nine plastic, had they fam on some sad shit

[Verse 2: Trife]
My conscience buggin'
Filled wit all the bad memories
I'm visionin' dead enemies tryin' ta kill me
In my sleep, same niggas dat I put to rest
Got me wakin' up pourin' down a hella sweat
The drugs got a nigga high and I can't explain
Tye and skunk playin' tricks on my fuckin' brain
Shit is strange cause I know deez muthafuckas dead
You see the murder still flash back in my head
[Chorus]
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay

[Verse 3: Larceny]
Nigga it's dark, it's hard for me ta fuckin' see
I guess the hash and Hennessy got da best of me
I got da urge for a snake related killin' spree
Larceny, bent on da marijuana trees
Murder conracts
Collectin' C note stacks, I react
And push the niggas shit back (uh huh)
I neva new this young buck would be a lonester
'Till they hung my picture, wanted on a poster
I pack two poc'd Glocks, fuck the holsters
Neva new this lil' G would get the most of
Robbin and stealin', then led to killin'
Makin' a livin'
Offa muthafuckin' drug dealin'
Then came beef, The Snakes was wanted in the streets
Shit got hot, my other half did a creep
Handled his business cause he was on his third body
Then laid low wit dis freak ass hottie
[Chorus]
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay

[Verse 4: Trife]
Eye of da Snakes
Watch for fakes and jakes
Blood money I make, transactions up state
Sparkin' weed and drinkin'
The buddha still got me thinkin'
Thoughts o' death and all the bodies that I left
Face down, you know the routine for the cream
Means necessary
Cock suckas got buried
Nigga raise up or get blazed up
Who be da one lastin'
Cock the fifth and start blastin'
Try me
Die instantly, a couple o' shots is all it takes
Aim slugs to ya face
Perpetrator fraud, I kill you and ya broad
Got yo ass wishin' you was out dis position
Listen, the ganja have me on a mission
Stick the clip in
I stop all the bullshittin'
I get it on
Trife, killin' ass nigga rule the streets
Creep wit da heat stashed in the Montero jeep
[Chorus]
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay
Smokin' dat denk, sippin' dat drink
Make a nigga act kinda crazaay