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Crazy Town The Gift Of Game Think Fast Music: S. Binzer - B. Mazur - D. Miller - R. Epique Lyrics: S. Binzer - B. Mazur - P. Washington - T. Roland You know that bitch baby. Hes talking shit about our clique. But he dont know crazy. You see the writing on my dick. You know that trick, Tracey. Yeah, shes making me sick. Living that life, We used to do the same shit. Shit gets drastic. Some kids need help. Some need their ass kicked. And some will never learn To earn their own way Living off their daddy. Had he not been rich, Theyd be broker than a joke And forced to switch Youve got to change your tune Or change your pitch. Because life aint easy man, Lifes a bitch. Shit is harder than hard About as hard can get. Keep on going where youre headed Yous alive to regret it Yes it hurts To face the truth. And realize that the worlds Got your neck in a noose. If things aint like they ought to be Youve got to think fast. The aftermath Of your actions whiplash. I know you all tired of these Wanna-be thugs claiming they real Be running, grabbing their steel Thinking theyre going to peel. My niggas cap. Roaming the streets with black hats, Chrome straps. Sipping on brew Ready to react Off any nigga they see. That nigga could be me. Capitol I.C.E. Got a mother fucking .357 To put eleven holes in their chest. Thinking they could test A real rider from the west. I roll flossin. Me and my girlfiend Nina Ross and The ghettos been good to me But youve got to take precautions. Brothers get got when they least Expect it or neglect it. Youll never catch the dirty In the streets without protection. Nowadays You got to pull shit. Haters on some bullshit. Jumpin out of cadillacs And low lows with a full clip. If your tool spits Shake the spot or get your duck on. Cause if you press your luck on, Stupid is what youre stuck on. That girl Sheila got a daughter. She be clubbing every night. Sheila had her daughter young. Still that just aint right. Plus she rides the white horse, She used to ride my pony. If I hit it now, Id break it Cause Sheilas just too bony. Smoking speed released the lions. Im not lying. Im not sober. Im still trying. Hiding the truth With substitutes a hundred proof. A fuck up. Face it. One of L.A.s wasted youth. Label me As an enemy of the law. The lost star. My familys not too happy With the trouble that Ive caused. See, we be breaking the law, Smoking on non-menthols, Thinking fast so Im ready For any all out brawls. And yo, brothers get your hustle on. Ballers and get your shit tight. House parties get shot up. And turned up before midnight. Drive-bys and fistfights. Zig zags and crack pipes. Theres a fifty fifty chance That tonight will be your last night. |
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