chopper lyrics – crazy

(crazy)
ay, ay,
ay you know me,
ay, it’s, it’s, it’s….it’s doc holli-m*th*f*ckin’-day,
(you don’t know me fools?)
a.k.a. crazy m*th*f*cka now,
you know what i’m sayin’, ay,
i’d like to say um…h*llo to the m*th*f*ckin’ feds,
and the m*th*f*ckin’ um….police,
and all of them m*th*f*ckas thats tryin’ to shut the iberville down,
you can’t shut me down when i got this here ya know?

first verse (crazy):

when i first got my chopper, i couldn’t use it,
now these n*gg*s wanna thug hate me, so i abuse it,
pay your dues n*gg* that’s what, rodney told me,
if a n*gg* cross my family, his life is what he owe me,
i’m the rowdiest n*gg* here, you better read about it,
ain’t no c*ke, hit louisiana unless i know about it,
doc holliday, the name you pigeons jock,
used to call me crazy in the ‘ville when i was slangin’ rocks,
now i tote a glock,
ready for war,
my cousin tiger got the c-4, blow up your car,
i got n*gg*s that be beggin’ me, to take a hit,
a hundred breathers comin’ dressed in black, aw sh*t,
i’m the real don in this b*tch, f*ck all you other n*gg*s,
i be checkin’ n*gg*s nuts, while you be countin’ figures,
if you plan to go to war, then call the coppers,
me and my breathers we was raised totin’ choppers

chorus (crazy):

when i first got my chopper, i couldn’t use it,
now they wanna thug hate me, so i abuse it,
pay your dues n*gg* that’s what, rodney told me,
if you ever cross the family, your life is what you owe me,
when i first got my chopper, i couldn’t use it,
now these n*gg*s thug hate me, so i abuse it,
pay your dues n*gg* that’s what, rodney told me,
if you ever cross my family, you life is what you owe me

second verse (crazy):

always claimin’ that your money long, down to supply me,
if you wanna go to war b*tch, you couldn’t find me,
but i’ll find you, and after shows,
me and my breathers kickin’ in your f*ckin’ door,
it’s a must that i bust that *ss,
but you gone see it comin’,
look for the reaper wearin’ a hood, you see him runnin’,
n*gg*, i run shop,
that’s how we breath,
slangin’ everything from ‘roin to c*ke n*gg*, to weed,
lead up the highway, with the pigs chasin’,
i’m a three time loser, i’m not gonna face ’em,
shakin’, with my hands up on the trigga if i, die tonight,
remember me n*gg*,
as a heartless m*th*f*cka, king of the block,
the breather from new orleans that been thuggin’ like pac,
ain’t no way in h*ll m*th*f*ckas, that they could stop us,
even in my grave i’ma still tote my chopper

chorus

third verse (???? + ????):

(????)

watch where you thug, in the desert storm of slugs,
n*gg* ain’t no love when you f*ck with a young thug,
out of blood,
i’m huggin’ my pistol,
because these n*gg*s out to get you,
you knockin’ my issue,
i got my k ready to split you,
i’m leavin’ ’em done, and ain’t n*body gone be livin’,
i’m bustin’ for funds, so all your chest gone be rippin’,
you test if you want,
you get your whole clique funked,
ask the last n*gg*, he still chillin’ in the trunk

(????)

slug peeler foreala, made n*gg*,
cuz i tote a nine milli,
chest ripper, hollow point slugs i deliver,
my heart’s bent cuz i run with those graveyard fillers,
snitch n*gg*s, try that slick sh*t to get’cha issue,
thug n*gg*, all about my cream and cake,
f*ck them b*tches brown nosin’ cuz they lame and fake,
perpetrate, you need your fate,
not great from hate,
keep your vest on, but chopper bullets penetrate

chorus

(crazy)
we don’t care, put your choppers in the m*th*f*ckin’ air,
we don’t care, put your choppers in the m*th*f*ckin’ air,
we don’t care, put your choppers in the m*th*f*ckin’ air,
we don’t care, put your choppers in the m*th*f*ckin’ air,
crazy alias doc holliday,
breathe with me!

/ crazy lyrics