Krazy

"Roll me a cigarette dog!"
"They got me feelin' crazier than a mother fucker."
"I got bad ass in this mother fucker."
 
Puffin' on lye.
Hopin' that it gets me high.
"Makaveli the Don, representin' the outlaws."
They got a nigga goin' crazy.
"Bad ass representin' the LBC.
What'cha wanna do. You know how we do it."

Time goes by, puffin' on lye.
Hopin' that it gets me high.
They got a nigga goin' crazy.
Feelin' crazy.

"Tell 'em 'bout it."

Last year was a hard one but life goes on.
Hold my head against the wall. Learn the 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, playin' my records.
Check it. You 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 along way but still I got so far to go.
Dear mama, don't worry. I'm a watch for snakes.
Tell Set that I love her, but it's hard today.
I got the letter that she sent me and I cried for weeks.
This one 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.
(Repeat)
 
1,2,3,4.
I see Bloods and Crips runnin' up the hill. Lookin' for a better way.
My brothas and sistas 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 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 he died I could hear him say.
 
Time goes by, puffin' on lye.
Hopin' that it gets me high.
Got a nigga goin' crazy.
I feel crazy.
(Repeat)
"Krazy, krazy, krazy, blackout!" 

God help me out here, 'cause I'm posessed.
I need to root of all evil for my stress.
This is like a stong prescription drug.
It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted.
Something about the paper with the pictures of the presidents head.
Damn, it's like a mother fuckin' plague, it spreads.
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, you see death, you gotta die.
Your bottom line: peers didn't make it to the years to come.
Dear life do 'em right or dear life leave 'em 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 things run through my mind, and I find
you ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time.
 
Time goes by, puffin' on lye.
Hopin' that it gets me by.
Got a nigga goin' crazy.
I feel crazy.

Time goes by, puffin' on lye.
Hopin' that it gets me high.
Got a nigga goin' crazy.
I feel crazy.
(Repeat)
(Repeat)
 
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 mother fucker.
And the Hennessy don't help. And Hennessy don't help.
Thug passion in this mother fucker.
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 shotty.
Double-ought 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. West side. California syle. L.A.
One time for my niggas livin' broke.
You know what time it is. No doubt. Get high. Puffin on lye.
Wonder if it get me high. Yeah. Krazy.




Transcription 1997 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by T. Shakur.
1996 Death Row/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.