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L A Guns Don T Call Me Crazy

me sad Don't call me crazy You don't wanna make me mad Don't call me crazy It makes me sad Don't call me crazy You don't wanna make me mad

Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a

get you popped for real Take my advice, I sugested like a cotton a meal If not, fuck it, you can starve and keep your eyes peeled But, don't get me involved, I don't

sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate my patience, I'm waiting To kill a man as I stare at the celiing fan As a fan of these

that love you to death, then leave no witness Killa, I call you Killa 'cuz you slay me Killa, you murda, mami? Ooh, you such a fucking lady Killa, drive me half crazy

t money then I don't look right And that don't sound right I swear you can get a full clip not a sound bit SU-WU gang and if you ain't with it then you

-I-T-A-L, A-L, things ain't too well Digital, these niggas should be crazy Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby Bedstuy, this is my life Digital, these niggas should be crazy

, don't remember me? She called me by my government name, Kimberly Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie She packed a note in my knapsack along with a

s up? And everybody wanna call your name Don't wait, jus please call my name [Jadakiss] Dear God I got eighty five forty five bullets in the Tommy With a