| What do you know about me, Jack?
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| You see I crawl in the night
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| Underneath all the hype
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| Then I step to the light
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| So let it shine
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| Mutha fucka, are you blind?
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| Check out my rhyme
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| Fuckin' up your mind
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| Diggin' in your soul
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| With the rock n' roll
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| Crazy mutha fucka’s go «blow, blow,
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| blow"Here we go
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| What do you know about this?
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| You know the face in the crowd
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| Or my name on a list
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| But are you down? |
| No.
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| In fact, I think you’re sweatin’My
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| lifestyle, money
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| So yo, sucka, keep steppin’And let me crawl
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| into your mind
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| With the meanin'
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| Kinda like crack, and I got the brother’s
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| feindin'
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| For a taste, so go ahead
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| And take your best shot
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| But don’t burn yourself, cause it might be hot
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| So there it is
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| Rollin' like a rebel
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| I’m a no good, hard core, stone cold devil
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| The craze, the craze
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| Yo, we got the craze
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| Puttin' brothers in a daze
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| Leavin' people in a haze
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| With the craze, the craze
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| The mutha fuckin' craze
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| Figured out a way
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| From way back in the days
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| Now check the way I kick it
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| Cause the verbs, they come explicit
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| If you talk about my tribe
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| The j.i.v.e. |
| becomes alive
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| So back off
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| Relax, understood? |
| Understand.
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| Pump your fist, wave your hand
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| Cause we really don’t give a damn
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| Slow your head
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| Or you’ll wind up like a dead man
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| Understand that I’m the mutha fuckin' man
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| Cause see, I got the craze
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| And Shootyz got the groove
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| My mind is on a level
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| But I’m horny like a devil
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| But my soul keeps freakin’Status keeps
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| creepin'
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| Risin', surprisin’The crowd
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| we’re energizin'
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| Blowin' up in smoke
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| And the craze is no joke
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| Well I’m bustin' loose
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| On the caboose
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| I’m bustin' loose on the caboose
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| With a mic check
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| You don’t get it, you do not comprehend
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| With the truth that I know
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| Is my records goin' gold
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| And the rap and the roll
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| And the new and the old school
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| Got the craze, yo
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| We’re blowin' up in '94
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| We got the craze, yo
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| Everybody, everybody got the craze, yo
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| One time, for your mind
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| Got the craze, yo
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| There it is, there it is
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| Rollin' like a rebel
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| I’m a no good, hard core, stone cold devil
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| The craze, the craze
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| Yo, we got the craze
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| Puttin' brothers in a daze
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| Leavin' people in a haze
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| With the craze, the craze
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| The mutha fuckin' craze
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| Figured out a way
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| From way back in the days
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| Had the craze
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| From the days of the crib, kid
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| Once a mellow brother
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| But, yo, now I’m gettin' wicked
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| And you could stick it
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| Back into the socket
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| Schemin' on the papes
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| And then I put it in my pocket
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| Throw your hands up
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| Give a man his props, bro
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| Now I’m makin' dough
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| So, people, whatcha know?
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| The craze, the craze
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| Yo, we got the craze
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| Puttin' brothers in a daze
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| Leavin' people in a haze
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| With the craze, the craze
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| The mutha fuckin' craze
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| Figured out a way
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| From way back in the days
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| Enviada por: Brunno Damaso |