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| | | Artist: | Crazy Town |
| | Album: | The Gift Of Game | | Track: | Think Fast | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 3 | | | | Lyrics: | You know that bitch baby.
He’s talking shit about our clique.
But he don’t know
crazy.
You see the writing on my dick.
You know that trick, Tracey.
Yeah, she’s
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,
They’d be broker than a joke
And forced to switch
You’ve got to change your
tune
Or change your pitch.
Because life ain’t easy man,
Life’s a bitch.
Shit
is harder than hard
About as hard can get.
Keep on going where you’re
headed
You’s alive to regret it
Yes it hurts
To face the truth.
And realize
that the world’s
Got your neck in a noose.
If things ain’t like they ought to
be
You’ve 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 they’re 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 ghetto’s been good to me
But
you’ve got to take precautions.
Brothers get got when they least
Expect it or neglect
it.
You’ll 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 you’re stuck
on.
That girl Sheila got a daughter.
She be clubbing every night.
Sheila had her
daughter young.
Still that just ain’t right.
Plus she rides the white horse,
She
used to ride my pony.
If I hit it now, I’d break it
‘Cause Sheila’s just too
bony.
Smoking speed released the lions.
I’m not lying.
I’m not
sober.
I’m 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 family’s not too happy
With the trouble that I’ve
caused.
See, we be breaking the law,
Smoking on non-menthols,
Thinking fast so I’m
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.
There’s a fifty fifty chance
That tonight
will be your last night | | | |
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