Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Crazy’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
If you think you can f*ck wit 50 you gotta be crazy
I won’t do a joint wit you
Know matter how much your label try and pay me
I’m on top of hip-hop
I run wit Aftermath and mother fucking Shady
It simple I see you like to be me ya niggaz can’t fade me
I can be a gentleman a gangsta
The bitch done chose
I send me orders to put hoes
In niggaz and hoes
My wrist all froze from flip side poles
Fein share on my deeder doors I suppose that’s the bottom line
So called a gran that a nigga switching white lines
Sell anything under the sun to get mine
I’m Gonna Shine
Some for the summer H2 Hummer
Got paper now I’m picky
Change the rims change the watch change the gems
I upgrade now I’m paid
Catch me in the truck tower loby
Stroking other niggaz hoes is my hobby
Treat me like king suck me baby
I Roll with Shady and Dr.Dre (ohh)
I’m done ta charm a luck
See if I can finger f*ck in a truck
G-5 50 so live
So as my zipper go down her eyes wide
Got her in hotely on the bed with her hand tied (woo)