[Verse 1]

Peace, peace

Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah

Fist full of dollars in a dice game, God

D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angels

With white wings – Nas the Viking, fresh to my ankles

Thankful

Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor

Gun in my dresser, slang I use upset college professors

More knowledge than Webster dictionary, obituary column plus sign 'em

The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming

The jig is up, gut 'em like fish, Swiss cheese 'em up

My wrist is freezing up, sick of these ducks on my hiatus

Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers

But they small like a shanty in a African village

Soft as cotton candy, we assassins and killers

Let the shottie off in club floors, pellets spray your familia

You screaming like you love war

[Chorus]

Everybody's crazy (Yeah)

And somebody's gon' get shot –

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Thugs love ladies and ladies, they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy

And somebody's gon' get shot –

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

[Verse 2]

Peace – fuck you with a fist in yo' ass

You pussy with yeast, you shook of the street, you a Sisqó fag

You know bloodbaths, I makes 'em – fake thugs, I hate 'em

8 slugs, I'm bustin', no discussion or waiting

'Cause now, instead of coke rhymes, it's laying

No analog, it's digital, criminals turned rapper

Times is changing, niggas gettin' flashier – houses more plusher

Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger

Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a Glock, they keep squeezing

Bullets stop in your sternum, they stop you from breathing

I'm light years far

Your mouth get all white when I'm near you, I frighten your heart

I want you to watch me, notice, stare, look closely

Feel I'm who you 'posed to be – real, I know it hurts you

Soldiers approach you

You wanna squash it, you older than most dudes

All on Nas dick, you and your whole crew – but...

[Chorus]

Everybody's crazy (Yeah)

And somebody's gon' get shot –

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Thugs love ladies and ladies, they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy

And somebody's gon' get shot –

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

[Verse 3]

Peace

I know where niggas sleep

It's too many schemes – too many plots

War cost money, and man, I got too many spots

Hungry niggas get tutored to thinking new shit to come up

Killers fuck with killers, you sleeping, you getting stuck up

Not me, y'all not ready, I'm low, but I be watching

We all connected, so my man knows your man

Your man knows my fam

They was cool when they was locked up

Beat cases, now niggas is back on the block – what

Brothers is taking secret routes when they drive

Tinted windows, ears to the streets, stay on their job

Peep niggas that got prices on their head so high

Their main niggas'll take the contract, surprise

So we play a mental game, intimidation

Got pussy niggas getting pressed up on and paying

I wish these niggas would step up, wait for the day and

Since I'm famous, they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying

Whoever thinking coming for my vault or the safe

I got some niggas with acid, get it thrown in your face

Play dirty, catch your moms in J-30

Whatever, whodie, we all crazy, we all 7:30 now

[Chorus]

Everybody's crazy (Yeah)

And somebody's gon' get shot –

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Thugs love ladies and ladies, they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy

And somebody's gon' get shot –

Get robbed, get done, get stomped, get drop

Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop