Who's Crazy? - DJ EFN, DJ Premier, Stalley

DJ EFN

Crazy Hood Productions

Putting it down

Straight like that

Who’s crazy?

All black, Nike sweatsuit on

I’m now hoop on, I’m about to get my shoot on

Niggas violate, it’s only right we demonstrate

A fool ain’t a fool, we eat them up like dinner plates

Over paper, pull the plastic

Featherhead trigger when I blast it

Another bird ass nigga son turned bastard

Said it ain’t serious, to me, shit’s drastic

I’m from a crazy hood, my reaction be crazier

Won’t explain to ya, just run down and bang on ya

Two to the chest, one to the head

Don’t blame the shooter, fault the motherfucker that’s dead

Like, what did he do to deserve all that?

Funeral service, mom’s in the church all black

Nine out of ten times, they the cause and the reason

I don’t make the rules, I just play harder err' season

You’re blind to what you don’t see

Ignorance is blessing

The niggas gon' be mad as fuck when they wake up

How much of our time will it take us?

It’s like the '60's all over

Catch a nigga sleeping, pita roller

Hunted like we’re animals and shot dead

It’s crazy in the hood but I’m not scared

It’s evident that the evidence

That was captured on the camera was irrelevant

Get the dogs, get the taze out

Fuck a nigga, blow his goddamn brains out

Same shit, different city

I’m revealing, that the reason that they’re fucking with me

Wise up to the plot

They’re targeting the youth and just about to wipe our ass out

The law can’t save us in our own hood

Walk around hooded down in your own hood

And they run up on you with the pistols out

Should’ve took a different route, these crackers tryna X us out

But this is home here, we should be able to roam here

With no fear, but it’s crazy in the hood

Klan members turn cops, harassing our youth

Got our backs against the wall, hands up, they still shoot

So what we gon' do?

Either ride or be quiet

I think there has been peace for too long, let’s be violent

Malcolm, Stalin, mixed with Makaveli and front of your precinct

Middle fingers, mac-11's pointed at the law

That’s what we think, now who’s crazy?

And this momma next to me want to know why you shot her baby

Left him cold in the street, not treating him like a human

So ya pigs get the same treatment, every time we see one of y’all

We shooting