U Ain’t Crazy

Lyrics

[Intro: The Game] You don't want it with the MOB, we shady The underdog's on top, now This is a DJ Skee exclusive Nu Jerzey Devil [Chorus: The Game] You ain't crazy You don't want it with the MOB, we shady The underdog's on top, now, baby My soldiers around, you try to play me You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy You don't want it with the MOB, we shady The underdog's on top, now, baby My soldiers around, you try to play me You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy Nah man, you ain't crazy Uh-uh, uh-uh You ain't crazy Nah man, you ain't crazy Uh-uh, uh-uh [Verse 1: Techniec] Y'all muthafuckas ain't lost y'all minds Don't think 'cause Tech' been on the low, Tech' done lost his grind I been known to shine vividly But early in my career, niggas was taking that Doggy Style shit literally So I had to bounce back, re-swag my energy Move a couple ounce packs from what I learned in chemistry Niggas was MTV, I was LBC Throwing up the ES, hanging out the MC Hoo-Bangin' but before I be his hoe Fuckin' off my budget sorta like it was his dough Man I said "Fuck it, to the hood with them pistols" I'm a young nigga, shining like I'm covered in Crisco [Chorus: The Game] You ain't crazy You don't want it with the MOB, we shady The underdog's on top, now, baby My soldiers around, you try to play me You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy You don't want it with the MOB, we shady The underdog's on top, now, baby My soldiers around, you try to play me You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy Nah man, you ain't crazy Uh-uh, uh-uh You ain't crazy Nah man, you ain't crazy Uh-uh, uh-uh [Verse 2: The Game] It's the M dot, O dot, B dot, he's shot He got blown out his Reeboks 'cause he's not A real nigga, streets is talking "We don't fuck with him, he the rap Tommy Hilfiger" What about his man? He got that thing on his ankle, we gon' have to catch him at Summerjam It'll be the talk of New York I got a hundred grand that say I knock all of your teeth out in front of fans Now spit on, running man Matter fact, do the Running Man! And pray to God that my gun'll jam Tell everybody in the car to duck down Talk about that on Star & Buc Wild [Chorus: The Game] You ain't crazy You don't want it with the MOB, we shady The underdog's on top, now, baby My soldiers around, you try to play me You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy You don't want it with the MOB, we shady The underdog's on top, now, baby My soldiers around, you try to play me You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy Nah man, you ain't crazy Uh-uh, uh-uh You ain't crazy Nah man, you ain't crazy Uh-uh, uh-uh [Verse 3: Eastwood] I call it the Life After The Row My lifestyle would seem like a movie .40 cal, Desert Eagle, TEC, Ruger and some groupies Got signed to The Row in 2001 And I didn't know the outcome so I kept me a gun All my life I been waiting for a chance like this A hundred thou' in the bank, chain hang to my grip I'm f-uh-feeling like a baller, now, hoes on my boxer hole Rolling in the same Rolls Royce my nigga Pac drove Afeni gave me the word like "East', keep your head up And no matter what you do, stay real and never give up" I had to close that chapter in my life, it gets deep I got love for The Row but now it's Black Wall Street [Chorus: The Game] You ain't crazy You don't want it with the MOB, we shady The underdog's on top, now, baby My soldiers around, you try to play me You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy You don't want it with the MOB, we shady The underdog's on top, now, baby My soldiers around, you try to play me You'll get sprayed, B, you ain't crazy Nah man, you ain't crazy Uh-uh, uh-uh You ain't crazy Nah man, you ain't crazy Uh-uh, uh-uh [Outro: The Game] You think you the fuckin' MOB? You don't know nothing about respect, mayne It's the MOB, it's the M.O.B Money Over Bitches, mayne You don't know nothing about respect, mayne I'll fuckin' crush you cockroaches, mayne Get your fuckin' mind right, mothafucka Fuckin' cockroaches It's M.O.B! Hurricane Techniec Eastwood, bitch! You don't want it, do you!