said God is great, beer is good and people are crazy God is great, beer is good and people are crazy God is great, beer is good and people are crazy
and the T.V. crews Well, they'd kill you if they could Angel of Mercy, people are suffering All over the world A Spanish boy could be killed Every night
need some counselin'' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls When you get down some And what's this shit about us Meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us
niggas in NASA Who give you the latest dances, trends and fashion? But when it comes to residuals, they look past us Woven into the fabric, they can't stand us
know? Please, tell us I don't sleep motherfucker off that yak and Durban Doin' one twenty, gettin' head while I'm swervin' Damn Natalie, you a crazy
mistletoe It's Christmas at Ground Zero Now the missiles are on their way What a crazy fluke We're gonna get nuked on this jolly holiday What a crazy
and my niggaz, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug cavalry, on tha streetz Ready ta ride, when it's time ta ride, ready ta kill when it's time ta kill, you
the world turns round and round These last days, so crazy, oh I Everyday It seems it's getting shorter As the world turns round and round These last days, so crazy
, chillin', real, down-to-earth's how I am But then this business get to pullin' me under It's makin' me so crazy, should I leave it I wonder? I probably should before it kills
these babies have somethin Let the world go (wrong) just don't blow this muthaf**ka up You kill him, he'll kill you Some say its stupid but violence really
crazy (so crazy...) Oh, why? Krayzie Bone They tell me crime is decreasin' then what is the reason with all the brutality? (Huh?) They killin' these
streets they dont love us duckin these undercovers these motha fuckers doin everything to try ta bust us but these suckaz know they cant touch us they
a creepin' on ah come up Ooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder
mo murda, mo murda dem all They fall, dey fall, buck-buck, oh yeah Niggaz be gettin' they pistols finna And fuck with tha real mothafuckas They fuck with us
I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one Are you waiting for
, nigga, you got to be crazy, fuckin' with Layzie, and all these Mo Thug killas. We them ex-dopedealers and natural born cap-pealers. Feel us, nigga,
of survival triple six rivals, triple six rival member you said I read but I roll with killas, Niggaz that'll bust in the club you don't feel us
and, red-hand, answerin' niggas, poppin' enemy. Drop 'em. Me gotta get 'em, kill 'em before they get the coppers on us, and you know the bitches want us