[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, n***as 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 n***as sleep
It's too many schemes – too many plots
War cost money, and man, I got too many spots
Hungry n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as that got prices on their head so high
Their main n***as'll take the contract, surprise
So we play a mental game, intimidation
Got pussy n***as getting pressed up on and paying
I wish these n***as 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 n***as 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