Krazy lyrics

[Chorus]
Who you murder? You ain't shot nobody
You be talkin' like you got it, n*gga, you ain't got no bodies (Architekz)
Chopstick know karate, we don't do attempted homis, n*gga
You was shootin' at me if you shoot at n*ggas by me, n*gga

[Verse]
Cold body, I don't know about the rest
Heart say he from the East, he just represent the West
I'm the n*gga in my section, top rankin', nothin less
I never banged no other hood, you n*ggas don't get my respect
Knocked a boostin' n*gga b*tch, had to make her cut the check
And I ain't even f*ck the b*tch, I just let her get the neck
Y'all in tellys f*ckin' b*tches, I pull up and go collect
Watch out what you tell them b*tches, them hoes reckless with the lips
All that fade sh*t is out, I'm into slumpin' a n*gga
I'm from the East, the suckers had to reel in love with a n*gga
But I'm really from this sh*t, them n*ggas stuck with a n*gga
Besides the police harassment, I'm comfortable, n*gga
They say the homie speakin' on me, I ain't f*ckin' with jigga
And whoever don't f*ck with me, I don't f*ck with 'em either
Real mud sipper, pour a couple O's in a liter
Tell my b*tches that I want 'em, but I definitely don't need 'em
They said I wouldn't be sh*t, I'm more rich than my teachers
I'm in the field playin' coach while n*ggas sit in the bleachers
Soft twenty on my neck, ice straight out the freezer
And I'll die behind it, n*gga, so I stay with a heater
Couple cubicles in the cup, sippin', twistin' this 'Wood
n*ggas screamin' they opinions, ain't did sh*t for the hood
Mama tried to tell me that the way I'm livin' ain't good
She know her baby crazy, prayin' for me daily, I'm good
How many times I saved n*ggas from gettin' stripped in the hood?
Nine-fives, six-eights, put that sh*t in the 'Wood
I know the homie plottin' on me, probably clip me if he could
Rest in peace to Marcus Mason, he was the n*gga in the hood
n*ggas woofin' on my name 'cause I ain't livin' in the hood
Mike a b*tch, some of the homies tried to strip him in the hood
I f*ck with Crips, but you's a b*tch, we let you live up in the hood
n*ggas I ain't grow up with hella different in the hood
How you slippin' with a gun? Soul strip a n*gga's son
n*ggas said they gon' pull up, then we gon' flip 'em when they come
Never watch the one-on-ones, I'm jumpin' in, that's on my son
Backshots if n*ggas run, another sucker n*gga done
I for surely got it on me, why the f*ck I'm finna run?
We catch you loafin' in the open, we gon' really get it done
Body shots for chest and up, leave random bullets catchin' up
Had an uncle set 'em up, super soaker wet him up
Sucker n*ggas tried my brother, tried to shoot me in the East
They could've killed that n*gga Heat, but they just shot him in the sheets
Couple n*ggas tried to kill me 'cause their partner rest in peace
I got a body on my belt, I get it poppin' in the streets
Bustdown within my team 'cause everybody gotta eat
Had to hustle, got off my cheeks, my b*tches put me on my feet
Yeah, if you say you from the East, G-O-D they mention me
I got some killers on my team and they'll drill you over me (n*gga)