...Like, Really Crazy Lyrics

Aye yo, you cats it's not important

When I shoot and blast I rapid fire this 40

Make sure that this casket size is for you

Run up on your block like what

Gun on me like what more do you want from me

Shit we takin much more than your lunch money

I'll show you how to catch a clown

40 under the dresser

Applying pressure it set em' down

(Click click) Aim let it (blaow)

Boy you know I'm the best in the city

Maserati the chain chilly

Whipping through the terrain silly

I see the pain on they face and phony angles they take

When they see the paint on the wraith

Keep reflecting they hate

Big stepper, big big stepper

40 with the info beam on it the shell catcher

Niggas moving slow with the money let snails catch up

Yeah the smoke from the pistol destroying they air pressure

14 straight through your heart to make sure you feel special

Yeah double duct tape his lips keep his grill muzzled

Bang him with the tip of the steel muzzle he's still puzzled

Break down the pistol call that a steel puzzle

Ooooh

Yeah

That was tough vic

Fuck that man toss this shit on

Let's get the next beat out the way let's go