u think im crazy.i know im not.reached in my pocket pull out my glock.Heads started turning.people got to talking.a few more niggas got put in a coffin u think im crazy.i know im not.reached in my pocket pulled out a knott.heads started turning people thought they were slick.i grabbed my mac 10.and watched um .run like a bitch.back came a nigga .who was dresses in black.being a hood nigga .i was ready for that.guns started poppin . people hit the floor .Niggas shot back.and we lost one more.im madder than a mf.time to clean this shit up i grabbed the street sweeper.and i cleaned the shit up.u think im crazy. i know im not.shit back to normal.on my westside block.my phone keeps ringing.and im getting death threats.these young ass niggas.dont wanna fuck with a vet.so i loaded up the 10.with a 100round clip.and i grabbed my bullet proof . and a extra clip.u think im crazy.i know im not.sirens getting closer .all niggas .shaken the block .