Everybody’s Crazy Nas

[Verse 1]
Peace, peace
Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angels with white wings
Nas the Viking, fresh to my ankles, thankful
Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun in my dresser, slang I use upset college professors
More knowledge than Webster dictionary, obituary column plus sign 'em
The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
The jig is up, gut 'em like fish, Swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up, sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers
But they small like a shanty in a African village
Soft as cotton candy, we assassins and killers
Let the shottie off in club floors, pellets spray your familia
You screaming like you love war

[Chorus]
Everybody's crazy (Yeah)
And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies, they love hip hop
But everybody's crazy
And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop