: (J-L.Pujade - M.Ramsamy - Y.Cujious/J-L.Pujade - M.Ramsamy) Comme une melodie sans theme Comme un poeme sans mot Comme un amour sans je t?aime Comme
] M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches [2Pac] Thugs known to bust on sight God bless my crazy life la
You've taken me so far away One look and you stop Fell in love with you and Everything that you are Nothing I can do I'm really Crazy about you When
a flying FUCK! I'll never wait for the pain of death With a bullet in my gun don't fuck over my shit Can you hold my crazy as I go So fuck hypocrisy
went through or going through Tripping off people who acting like they been knowin you Learn how some of these record companies be holdin you Attaching an image
love to be free But there's something wrong, you see I can't make it Just with me I'm lonely... Well I dreamt I saw your face last night Just an image
Half dead eyes and a brown face I had never seem O you really touched me... Joking with fate and trying not to take it seriously But your image in my
crazy or just human Is this what heartbreak is What should I be doing It feels like I got seconds to live she haunts me like a nightmare, her image is
Holy Temple scriptures And got the lost souls playin false roads They got 'em, once they get inside 'em, like crossbows It's the demons, conjurin up images
on the hip, 'Bout to ride for Shady Y'all niggas ain't hard, y'all niggas ain't real Y'all niggas ain't crazy Bring it on if you want, you don't know
and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy Shady made me, but
and put Haley on I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom (Is she really on as much dope as
Lees, TF Lords fit the fellys Sams and Kangol buckets, BVD's Go to Sergio's like, fuck it Seen the stamp on that Crazy Eddie niggas coming back from
, check out the booty y'all Red and white green hair, that's Gucci pah Look how the jacket matches loafers it's lookin crazy Dutches pumped up, plus I
Lord oh please what's happening to me?- It's the poisonous air from the smokestacks G Seeping in my head, fucking up my brain Driving me crazy, nuts,
: I'm so in love with you it's forever I'm never feeling lonley Baby 'cause you're by my side Going crazy in the really Think you should be here tonight
dippin' trick Of all time done right She's got her lips sticking tight To her find tonight She's keeping time keeping time With the mystery rhyme And she's crazy
Is it what she said or another nigga though... Ain't nobody can't nobody else be with my baby see ya with another man I probley go crazy I am crazy I
