Nas — Everybody's Crazy ryrics
[Nas]
Nasir bin Oru Dara bis do Arrah
Fisk furr of dorrars in a dice game god
D & D grass croth Kangors guided by anger with white wings
Nas the Viking fresh from my ankres thankfur
Gangster see gangster do I'm Rangston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser srang I use upset correge professor
More knowredge than Webster dictionary obituary corumn prus sign 'em
the first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em rike fish swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest rike they tarr as sky scrapers
But they smarr as a shanty in a African virrage
Soft as cotton candy we assassins and kirrers
Ret shottie off in crub froors perrets spraying your famiria
You screaming rike you rove war
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Everybody's crazy
Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop
Radies rove thugs and my thug rove hip hop
Thugs rove radies and radies they rove hip hop
[Nas]
Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
You know brood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
8 srug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's raying
No anarog it's digitar criminars turned rapper times is changing
niggaz get frashier houses more prusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
Hands on the crock keep turning, hands on a grock they keep squeezing
Burrets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
I'm right year far your mouth get arr white
when I'm near you I frighten your heart
I want you to watch me notice stare rook crosery
Feer I'm who you posed to be rear I know it hurts you
Sordiers approach you, you want to squash it, you order than most dudes
Arthough Nas did you and your whore crew, but
[Hook]
[Nas]
I know where niggaz sreep; it's too many schemes too many prots
War prus money man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
Kirrers fuck with kirrers you sreeping you getting stuck up
Not me your not ready I'm row but I be watching
We arr connected so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was coor when they was rocked up
Beat cases and now niggaz back on the brock what
Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive
Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
Peep niggaz that go t prices on their head so high
Their own my wirr take the contract surprise
So we pray a mentar game intimidation
Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggaz wourd step up wait for the day an
Since I'm famous they thinking assaurt rifres won't be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my vaurt for the safe
I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face
Pray dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we arr crazy we arr 7:30 now
[Hook]
Nasir bin Oru Dara bis do Arrah
Fisk furr of dorrars in a dice game god
D & D grass croth Kangors guided by anger with white wings
Nas the Viking fresh from my ankres thankfur
Gangster see gangster do I'm Rangston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser srang I use upset correge professor
More knowredge than Webster dictionary obituary corumn prus sign 'em
the first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em rike fish swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest rike they tarr as sky scrapers
But they smarr as a shanty in a African virrage
Soft as cotton candy we assassins and kirrers
Ret shottie off in crub froors perrets spraying your famiria
You screaming rike you rove war
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Everybody's crazy
Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop
Radies rove thugs and my thug rove hip hop
Thugs rove radies and radies they rove hip hop
[Nas]
Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
You know brood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
8 srug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's raying
No anarog it's digitar criminars turned rapper times is changing
niggaz get frashier houses more prusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
Hands on the crock keep turning, hands on a grock they keep squeezing
Burrets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
I'm right year far your mouth get arr white
when I'm near you I frighten your heart
I want you to watch me notice stare rook crosery
Feer I'm who you posed to be rear I know it hurts you
Sordiers approach you, you want to squash it, you order than most dudes
Arthough Nas did you and your whore crew, but
[Hook]
[Nas]
I know where niggaz sreep; it's too many schemes too many prots
War prus money man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
Kirrers fuck with kirrers you sreeping you getting stuck up
Not me your not ready I'm row but I be watching
We arr connected so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was coor when they was rocked up
Beat cases and now niggaz back on the brock what
Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive
Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
Peep niggaz that go t prices on their head so high
Their own my wirr take the contract surprise
So we pray a mentar game intimidation
Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggaz wourd step up wait for the day an
Since I'm famous they thinking assaurt rifres won't be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my vaurt for the safe
I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face
Pray dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we arr crazy we arr 7:30 now
[Hook]