[Chorus: Obie Trice]

They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck

Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts

Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)

Cause they don't know nothing 'bout me

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]

Trice is the truth, puncture your roof

If what I enunciate ain't getting through you

Listen nigga, School Craft raised me

Hey bay-bay, you don't wanna fucking play with me

I got the K covered up in the back

Got the pistol on my side nigga, O stay strapped

Stacks in the jeans, this is a natural thing

I don't act out a movie, I'm actually the scene

I pull up on the scene, nigga holla back

With a bad bitch Italian and black

They don't take double takes, they take Kodaks

Coast through the club relaxed, where the V.I.P. at

Coast under the cub, post underneath the duds

Supposed to, I'm a motherfucking thug

But they say he crazy cause he don't give a fuck

First nigga play me, light his ass up

[Chorus: Obie Trice]

They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck

Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts

Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)

Cause they don't know nothing 'bout me

[Verse 2: Obie Trice & MC Breed]

Yeah I'm crazy, the hood made me

So O abide by the code on the daily

Niggas get it twisted, bitches get it twisted

Cause I live like unrealistically

Ay, my nigga Breed in the booth with me

Motor City 'til them pall-bearers dig me

Underneath the soil

Ain't no future in your fronting, nigga I'm Detroit loyal

Oh so what you know karate? I know crazy

Hit you with something, leave your left side lazy

Coming for the whole shebang, yup, believe that

Take it like I want it, get behind ya like I need that

'Til I get more "Wassup's" than Martin

Get drunk, come through, bust up the party

Tonight, very night, Breed and Obie Trice

You say our ass crazy, yeah you motherfucking right

[Chorus: Obie Trice]

They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck

Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts

Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)

Cause they don't know nothing 'bout me

[Verse 3: Obie Trice]

Say I need Ritalin, cause when the choppers start riddling

Bodies start dropping, disappearing

Tempers start flaring, nigga nutting up

Ain't no coming back from that bruh

Ay, bad days some faggot in a bag

Give a fuck what neighborhood you at

What Dilla dick you sucking, when the pistols bucking

Lord knows someone family's suffering

And I ain't the nigga that'll start the beef

I lay back, I ain't got a problem with G

But lick her and niggas like twelve hits of E

Suicidal, somebody on their way to meet Jesus

These demons keep chasing me

Get away from me, or the AK speaks

No wonder why they see him as a freak

Say he crazy, in the motherfucking street

[Chorus: Obie Trice]

They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck

Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts

Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)

Cause they don't know nothing 'bout me