Nas - Everybody's Crazy lyrics

Peace, peace
Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols
Guided by angel with white wings
Nas the Viking, fresh to my ankles, thankful
Gangster see gangster do
I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I
Use upset college professors
More knowledge than Webster dictionary
Obituary column plus sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up, gut 'em like fish
Swiss cheese 'em up my wrist is freezing up
Sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they
Tall as sky scrapers
But they small as a shanty
In a African village soft as cotton candy
We assassins and killers


Let shottie off in club floors
Pellets spray your familia
You screaming like you love war

Everybody's crazy
And somebody's gon' get shot, get
Robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies
They love hip hop but everybody's crazy
And somebody's gon' get shot, get
Robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace, fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you
Shook of the streets, you a Sisqó fag
You know blood baths I makes 'em
Fake thugs I hate 'em
8 slug, I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
'Cause now instead of coke rhymes it's laying
No analog, it's digital
Criminals turned rapper, times is changing
Niggas get flashier, houses more plusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
Hands on the clock keep turning
Hands on a Glock they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in your sternum they
Stop you from breathing
I'm light year far, your mouth get all white
When I'm near you, I frighten your heart
I want you to watch me
Notice stare look closely
Feel I'm who you 'posed to be
Real I know it hurts you
Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it
You older than most dudes
Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but

Everybody's crazy
And somebody's gon' get shot, get
Robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies
They love hip hop but everybody's crazy
And somebody's gon' get shot, get
Robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace, I know where niggas sleep it's
Too many schemes too many plots
War cost money and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking
New shit to come up
Killers fuck with killers you sleeping
You getting stuck up not me
You're not ready I'm low but I be watching
We all connected so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was
Cool when they was locked up
Beat cases and now niggas back on the block
What brothers is taking secret routes
When they drive
Tinted windows ears to the street
Stay on their job
Peep niggas that got prices on
Their head so high
Their main niggas'll take the contract
Surprise
So we play a mental game, intimidation
Got pussy niggas getting pressed
Up on and paying
I wish these niggas would step up
Wait for the day and
Since I'm famous they thinking assault
Rifles won't be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my
Vault or the safe
I got some niggas with acid
Get it thrown in your face
Play dirty, catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7: 30 now

Everybody's crazy
And somebody's gon' get shot, get
Robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies
They love hip hop but everybody's crazy
And somebody's gon' get shot, get
Robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop