Krazy

[Intro]

Hand me a cigarette DAWG! [inhales]

They got me feelin crazier than a motherf**ker

I got Bad Ass in this motherf**ker

Makaveli the Don, representin the Outlawz

Bad Ass representin the L.B.C.

So what'cha wanna do? Y'know how we do it

[overlapping the Intro]

.. puffin on lye

Hopin that it get me high

Got a nigga goin cra-zy

Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy

[Chorus]

Time goes by, puffin on lye

Hopin that it gets me high

Got a nigga goin cra-zy

Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy

(Tell 'em bout it)

[2Pac]

Last year was a hard one, but life goes on

Hold my head against the wall learnin right from wrong

They say my ghetto intrumental, 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

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

(One, two, three, four)

[2Pac]

I see bloods and crips runnin up the hill

Lookin for a better wayyyyyy..

My brothers and sisters it's time to bail

cause even thug niggaz prayyyyyy..

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 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 today

When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Bad Ass]

God help me out here, 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 wit the pictures of the president's,

head

Damn, it's like a motherf**kin 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 fightin 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..

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Chorus repeats while Tupac speaks