2Pac – Krazy ft Bad Ass

Tremendously talented American rapper and songwriter, Tupac Shakur join efforts with Bad Ass to create this song titled “Krazy”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 08 on his top charting album project called “The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory” was officially released on 5 November 1996.

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LYRICS

[2Pac:]

Throw me a cigarette, dawg! [*inhales*]

They got me feelin’ crazier than a motherfucker

I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker

Makaveli the Don, representin’ the Outlawz

Bad Azz representin’ the LBC Crew

So what’cha wanna do? Y’know how we do it

 

[2Pac:]

Puffin’ on lye, hopin’ that it gets me high

Got a nigga goin’ crazy

Oh yeah, I feel crazy

 

[2Pac:]

Time goes by, puffin’ on lye

Hopin’ that it gets me high

Got a nigga goin’ crazy

Oh yeah, I feel crazy

 

(Tell ’em about it!)

 

[2Pac:]

Last year was a hard one, but life goes on

Hold my head against the wall, learnin’ right from wrong

They say my ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids

As if they can’t see the misery in which they live

Blame me for the outcome, ban my records – check it

Don’t have to bump this, but please respect it

I took a minus and now the hard times are behind us

Turned into a plus, now they stuck livin’ blinded

Hennessy got me feelin’ bad, time to stop drinkin’

Rollin’ in my drop-top Jag, what’s that cops thinkin’?

Sittin’ in my car, watch the stars and smoke

I came a long way, but still I got so far to go

Dear mama, don’t worry; I’ma watch for snakes

Tell Setchu that I love her, but it’s hard today

I got the letter that she sent me, and I cried for weeks

This what came out when I tried to speak – all I heard was…

 

[2Pac:]

Time goes by, puffin’ on lye

Hopin’ that it gets me high

Got a nigga going’ crazy

I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin’ on lye

Hopin’ that it gets me high

Got a nigga goin’ crazy

I feel crazy

 

(One, two, three, four)

 

[2Pac:]

I see bloods and crips runnin’ up the hill

Lookin’ for a better way

My brothers and sisters, it’s time to bail

‘Cause even thug niggas pray

Hopin’ God hear me, I entered the game

Look how much I changed

I’m no longer innocent – casualties of fame

Made a lot of money, seen a lot of places

And I swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama’s face

When I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land

Your only son done became a man

Watchin’ time fly, I love my people, do or die

But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly

June 1-6, ‘7-1, the day

Mama pushed me out her womb, told me, “Nigga, get paid!”

No one can understand me – the black sheep

Outcasted from my family, now packin’ heat

I run the streets, a young runaway, live for today

When he died, I could hear him say… (Thug Life, baby!)

 

[2Pac:]

Time goes by, puffin’ on lye

Hopin’ that it gets me high

Got a nigga goin’ crazy

I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin’ on lye

Hopin’ that it gets me high

Got a nigga goin’ crazy

Crazy

Crazy

Crazy

I feel crazy (crazy)

[Bad Azz:]

God, help me out here, ’cause I’m possessed

I need the root of all evil for my stress

‘Cause money’s like a strong prescription drug

It’s got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted

Somethin’ about the paper with the pictures of the president’s head, damn, it’s like a motherfuckin’ plague that spread

It’s epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse

I keep my head on straight, makin’ money ’cause it’s cursed

Makin’ money makes a difference day by day

So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out

This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin’ to live

No matter how hard you try, it’s in death, you gotta die

A lot of my peers didn’t make it to the years to come

Did life doin’ right or did life livin’ dumb

Who has the answers? I wonder; I turn to my elders

They aged and experienced, but they can’t even tell ya

Or tell me, that there’ll be light at the end of the road

(Why?) ‘Cause they don’t even know

A million things run through my mind (through my mind)

You ain’t gotta be in jail to be doin’ time

(You ain’t gotta be in jail to be doin’ time)

 

[2Pac:]

Time goes by, puffin’ on lye

Hopin’ that it gets me high

Got a nigga goin’ crazy

I feel crazy

Time goes by, puffin’ on lye

Hopin’ that it gets me high

Got a nigga goin’ crazy

 

[2Pac:]

I feel fucked up in this bitch

I smoked half a ounce to the head. Chocolate Thai, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, Buddha – all that shit!

I’m fucked up in this motherfucker

And Hennessy don’t help

And Hennessy don’t help

Thug Passion in this muh’fucker

Makaveli the Don puttin’ it down to the fullest

Maximum overload

3 Day Theory – Killuminati to your body

With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty

Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs

 

One time for my niggas in the jail cell, (One time for my niggas locked up)

One time for my niggas doin’ life in Hell, (One time for my niggas and shit, one time)

One time for my niggas in the jail cell (One time)

One time for my niggas doin’ life in Hell (One time for my niggas locked down)

One time for my niggas on the Death Row

(One time for my niggas on the Row)

For my niggas on Death Row

One time for my niggas livin’ broke (Westside, California style, LA!)

One time for my niggas livin’ broke (You know what time it is, no doubt)

One time for my niggas in the jail cell (Get high, puffin’ on lye)

Wonder if it get me high, yeah