RapVerse.com Community - Go Crazy-(feat Hitchcock, Paul Cain, Young Kastro)

+Hitchcock+
Guess what? Hitch still makin them pigs oink hard
Im still dishin the rock, like ima street point guard
Still in the streets, still killin the beats
But my skill not fullfilled until im wheelin the jeep
Man its hard when society says you supposed to fail
Like its OK for my niggas to be close to jail
But i will attain my dream
Till im in a Beam, or hoppin outta sixes like A.I.'s team
So wit that in mind, my aim is simple
Im out, without a doubt, movin caine like cripples
Wit passion of spite, i had to package the white
Wit my gang from the hill, now thats a rappers delight
Niggas in the hood aint worried bout no apocalypse
Cuz shits been bad, dog we been through lots a shit
Feelin like Lays, Hitch out to get alotta chips
The Dope niggas get shit popped when the hear that boy Hitchcock

Chorus:
When Hitch go to serve watch the dopeboys go crrraaazy
Man watch the dopeboys go crraaazy
Pop my colla and raise the strap
Get on the beat wit the heat, and lace the track
When Hitch go to serve watch the dopeboys go crrraaazy
Man watch the dopeboys go crraazy
Pop my colla and swang my chain
The industrys in need, betta learn his name

+Big City+
I dont want ya friendship or ya trust yet
Dog , I'm black, ...i was born a suspect
I aint never been the one to comply wit the mold
Trynna get my money straight, Ima iron the fold
But shit man, for all them Diamonds and Gold
A nigga will put ya molecules on the side of the road
Look at a the cash these dudes is trynna hold
But whats money worth, when you denyin ya soul
Don't act like you dont know City spit that heat
Everbody like "damn I didnt know City spit that deep"
You get that beef, then ima spit back meat
I'm en fuego, yall niggas barely spit past weak
From the bury where its gun crime at lunchtime
Im kinda thirsty, im in a hurry to punchline
Yall niggas know i must been this sick
Gave the game an orgasm when i busted in this shit...hahaaa

Chorus:
When Hitch go to serve watch the dopeboys go crrraaazy
Man watch the dopeboys go crraaazy
Pop my colla and raise the strap
Get on the beat wit the heat, and lace the track
When Hitch go to serve watch the dopeboys go crrraaazy
Man watch the dopeboys go crraazy
Pop my colla and swang my chain
The industrys in need, betta learn his name

+Young Kastro+
Im a G man, I used to sell the weed man
If you need man, i could get you the trees man
I aint gon lie, i used to sell coke to the fiends man
On the strip wit a clip, movin smoke by the key man
All i can think about is gettin that cream man
Cookin the rock in a hot pot wit the steam man
Im the king, gahead hop on ya knees man
And if I catch a case, i aint coppin no pleas man
Im like He-man, im workin the shanker
KAs known for gettin niggas cut like a personal trainers
Yall wack, you musta bought you a deal
Like pro-wrestlers, I almost thought you was real
Ock, im the best at keepin it real
My girl, thinkin im cheatin, cuz i sleep wit the steel
Kas kick game like Freddy Adu
Im stuck to the streets, pimp like im ready to glue

Chorus:
When Hitch go to serve watch the dopeboys go crrraaazy
Man watch the dopeboys go crraaazy
Pop my colla and raise the strap
Get on the beat wit the heat, and lace the track
When Hitch go to serve watch the dopeboys go crrraaazy
Man watch the dopeboys go crraazy
Pop my colla and swang my chain
The industrys in need, betta learn his name