DJ Don Cannon - Go Crazy (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Don Cannon] [Verse 1: Jeezy] Guess who's back? Still smell the blow in my clothes Like Krispy Kreme, I was cooking them O's Like horseshoes, I was tossing them O's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow I'm emotional! I hug the block I'm so emotional! I love my Glock Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer? About the scrilla, call me a Ghostface k**a It's kinda hard to be drug-free When Georgia Power won't give a n***a lights free Switched hustles, been k**in' em ever since It pays to tell the truth, dog, it only makes sense [Hook: Jeezy] When they play that new Jeezy all the dope boys go crazy And watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar then I swing my chain You can catch me in the club, pimping, doing my thang [Verse 2: Jay-Z] More than a hustla, I'm the definition of it Master chef, lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homey, it's Hova More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer The Mariano of the Mariott If money talks, the whole world's about to hear me out See, I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean Attract money, my worst color is light green My favorite hue is Jay-Z Blue Don't follow me, young'un, follow my moves, I'm not a role model My bad influence got the world drinking gold bottles When Puff was in that tub spilling Mo I was at my video, Cris on the speedboat In My Lifetime, n***a, go through your research St. Thomas, my n***a, that was me first Chrome-shoe'd the GS, I came feet-first In the game like a baby born to breach birth I got the keys if you need work I can kingpin you a line, a dime at a time My n***as love it when I talk like this My corporate people start buggin cause I talk like this The corporate thugs is like "Nah Hov, talk that sh** The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z!" See I'mma ‘80s baby, master of Reaganomics School of Hard Knocks, every day is college You ain't did nothin I ain't did, n***a pay homage Or pay the doctor, I sprayed Lami's Still, the time'll reveal, you know I'm bein honest Ya ain't put my coat yet and I keep my sh** in coat check They say the truth shall come to the light So everybody grab your shades cause your boy that bright [Hook: Jeezy] [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Whattup Jeez? Cracks...life, what's the matter with your head? Cracks...life, all you n***as gon' end up dead Cracks...life, everybody servin' rat til he ride Everybody think they somebody, 'til somebody end up shot Listen, I'm in that GT, chopper on the pa**enger side No skeets skeets, chopper on the pa**enger side They said Trap or Die but said f** it Damn near half my life I been a suspect Feds low in them Coupe Devilles So I keep one eye open like Bushwick Bill They said my mind's playin' tricks on me So I let off a half a clip on em' Ain't no witnesses tellin' the story Then my b**h spent all of the bail money I done gave 'em my pimp cup for a gangsta hat Traded my gangsta hat for some gangsta raps Only to find out that no gangsta's rap Half of these n***as is p**y, ain't never served crack It's like a damn nightmare Just when you thought I was gone, I reappear On some chopped up, screwed sh**, papi got his swagga back Hot sick, clue sh**, bought a brick of half of rap In that 'cedes when it's said and done Yeah papi kinda crazy, squeeze the pound for fun [Hook: Jeezy] [Verse 4: Jeezy] Won't stop til my whole team in thug mansion And I say I like Pac, now that's a thug's pa**ion And this the realist sh** I ever wrote And all eyes on me, like a microscope Young Jeezy give 'em one more chance Tried to shine like you, and spent his whole advance Like my main man Pulla, talk real slick Look I'm ok, but my watch sick Yean gotta like a n***a, just respect my mind And this how I'm eatin now, so respect my grind The way I put them words together 'Minds me how I used to put them birds together [Hook: Jeezy] [Verse 5: Jeezy] Buy 18 the hard way Have a humble n***a thinking about gun play Now who the f** wanna play with guns? A lot of holes, a lot of blood, dog...the sh** ain't fun So I suggest you don't play with my chains I'll send these hollows atchya, let em play with ya brain The streets is watching, the name is warm The product's white, a star is born (Yeah!) And I'm so fly, if I take this parachute off, I might fall and die Wrap the work like spandex with the latex Then we ship it out of town, call it safe s** [Hook: Jeezy]