Skeye Blu - Krazy Lyrics

Yo
Lets get this shit together
One way or another I come from Mobile Alabama where we slang that weight every f*ckin'
Day
You already know Skeye Blu on the track here we go
Yo I am f*ckin' him the motherf*ckin' man that Soulja F*ckin' Slim
The motherf*ckin' round then i go and get him and i bring that shit back like a f*ckin' sin
Whatcha know where you at where you wanna be
Mobile Alabama where I be
But I'm known in H-Town reppin' that D
Motherf*ckers know that we run them keys

Sendin' that shit from Columbia f*ckin' way
The Mara Salvatrucha gang every f*ckin' day
What you know about them bloods we is prey
Motherf*ckers know that I'm here to stay

What you wanna do can you get on a track like me
Hell nah I think you need to go back
To the same shit that f*ckin' told you rap
Where you get loud and you get a f*ckin' rack

What you know about him
Skeye Blu Jimmi DaVinci he the f*ckin' man
Tell a motherf*cker I am not Uncle Sam
Cause I'm better than him cause I got a f*ckin' gang

Motherf*ckers know that I lay it f*ckin' down
Tell a motherf*cker you better bring twelve more rounds
For the motherf*ckers that we already have a pound
Bring that sack then bring the f*ckin' loud

Bout to show these boys Im walking to the store
Tell a motherf*cker that he already know
What the f*ck we get every f*ckin' settled score
Motherf*ckers know that I answer f*ckin' roll

Got that shit like the Slim Thug Wugga
Motherf*ckers from H-Town or no other
Motherf*ckers know that I am the clown
Motherf*ckers bringin' that shit the f*ck down

Motherf*ckers wanna see my name in the sky
Motherf*ckers don't know that I f*ckin' fly
Every f*ckin' kid every f*ckin' single night
That's why I don't fly with no f*ckin' kite

What you know about him
Skeye Blu he the f*ckin' man with the kid
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me produce this
Shit so tight but I got a f*ckin' hit

Hit that bitch every single f*ckin' day
I bring that weight and I sling that yay
Tell them boys I'm met Bun B today
Perform for him and he bought me a f*ckin' Ce'

Motherf*ckers know me
Tell a motherf*cker I'm here for round three
Got ten more and I got a f*ckin' G
But you don't wanna believe that shit cause I'm for free

What you do where you at
Tell a motherf*cker that I'm a trap I'm the rap
Rap God legend known as Skeye f*ckin' Blu
Bring a motherf*cker and tell him all too

Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me do the dew
Motherf*ckers don't wanna see me spit a true
Tell a motherf*cker I ain't got no f*ckin' gun
I got a f*ckin' nine but Im bout to have one

Motherf*ckin' mic one type a f*ckin' sound
Bring that shit back down and around
And I go back to the same rhymes f*ckin' now
What you wanna do when you provide that sound

What you wanna know where the guns all lay
Tell them bitches where them bodies all f*ckin day with an eight year old tear drop restin' aye

Motherf*ckers wanna see me every f*ckin' day
Comin' every time
Motherf*ckers know that I'm bout to be on time
Bringin' that shit every f*ckin' whicha way

Tell a motherf*cker where the body's steady lay
And we know this here
Tell a motherf*cker I am God's f*ckin' gift