Verse 1: Treach



My thoughts are thundering tumblin

Sons of bitches switches from yelling ta mumbling

You ain't a pal of me my family ties but not wit Mallory

My analogy ain't for salary as I roll reality thru galaxies

Four centuries it's sent to me with the scent of oiu

Witta chain representing penitentiaries

from Roman town to Borentown

From Newark to Illtown

And all you know from

lifers, Rikers ta foesome

Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low

You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow

I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption

You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking

Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing

From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function

Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks

Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up



Chorus:



Jersey niggas are the craziest

New York niggas are the craziest

DC niggas are the craziest

Philly niggas are the craziest

LA niggas are the craziest

Chi town niggas are the craziest

Texas niggas are the craziest

Utah niggas are the craziest



Verse 2: Vin Rock



My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you

get bust

You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough

I'm puttin it down on the real end

This one goes out to all the people who be questioning

my skills, niggas I been rockin since lee twillz

and we feel that we build careers of steel

So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find

thinkin

Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin

The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty

Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie

And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses

young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes

They don't begin wit no lying professor

they begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser

Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan

wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands



Chorus:



Detroit niggas are the craziest

Miami niggas are the craziest

Little Rock niggas are the craziest

Oak Town niggas are the craziest



Verse 3: Treach



I got barbarians to bogard me in

at a club that barred me when

a broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard

A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls

Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot

Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut

Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi

Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick

Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique

You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit

Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip

Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit

If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it

I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit

Fuck astronauts I rock it

and from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets



Chorus:



Cleveland niggas are the craziest

Virginia niggas are the craziest

Kentucky niggas are the craziest

St. Louis niggas are the craziest

Atlanta niggas are the craziest

Maryland niggas are the craziest

San Diego niggas are the craziest

Seattle niggas are the craziest

Boston niggas are the craziest

Illtown niggas are the craziest

Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest

Jersey City niggas are the craziest

All my Newark niggas are the craziest