Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Do The Crime, artist - Above The Law. Date of issue: 10.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Do The Crime |
| True crime in the streets of L. A |
| Active Vision, Bomb Squad makin' it |
| Whattup?, we’re on the way ----] Quote from a previous record |
| Don’t do the crime, if you can’t do the time |
| Stay, pushin' the line in the pen' all the time |
| Play, your game for keeps, not for fun |
| All alone with your peeps, so One-On-One |
| Cause I, don’t do the crime, if I can’t do the time |
| I stay, pushin' the line in the pen' all the time |
| I Play, the game for keeps, not for fun |
| All alone with my peeps, so One-On-One |
| This is the game where everybody in traffic hates you |
| So it’s rated in, why?, due to the drastic nature |
| State your nickname, hood game, rank your business |
| Before we move, your body’s stinkin, you can’t get a witness |
| So who they take that business, it’s passin' at the door |
| If your name is on my shootlist, then you got to go |
| Cross my path, you gonn kick a bloodbath in the mud |
| Now, I slug half for your mug, that truck spits hub caps |
| Wild shots and beach heat |
| Hot rocks on every block, cold killers on each street |
| Danger on every corner, scum at every turn |
| Some pressure is heavy on you, you put some, just never learnt |
| What the S.C. mean, so it’s best that I warn you |
| The South Centrol, straight Compton, is other Kila-fornia |
| Survival Class, I thought you knew it |
| Crime is the order of the day and we stay true to it |
| Yeah, it’s the true crime, in the streets of L.A. (*Helicopter Propeller |
| Turning*) |
| I got my twin .45, (*Gun Cocked*) cocked, ready for gun play |
| Catch me downtown, bustin' off rounds |
| Layin' suckers down, this is how I get down |
| Face down on the hot hood, cops are no good (*Sample of Police Sirens*) |
| Catch me runnin' from the police on my way back to the hood |
| Snatchin' suckers out their hatchbags, peelin' caps back |
| Like. |
| Bang Bang (*2 Gun Shots*) |
| Shake their knee Kanes |
| Smashin' through the city in car, burnin' rubber like. |
| UAAAHHHHH (*Tyres screechhing on the Asphalt*) |
| Bustin' the automatic, in traffic I’m causin' havic |
| It’s madness but I’m still classic |
| Cause it’s crime in the City, damn, and this game is so cold |
| Dealin' with the gangs and the law |
| You can knock through your ball, if you run up tryin' to bold |
| S.C. — Survival Class, I thought you knew it |
| Cause crime is the order of the day, and we stay true to it |
| Yo, I said don’t do the crime, if you can’t do the time |
| If you ain’t down for the gun play, stay the fuck out the way |
| I’m a true rider, from the streets of L. A |
| Doin' licks, gettin' chips, ev’ry mothafuckin' day |
| In the Rag-Six-Tre, hittin' back the streets in sought |
| I want to show you bitch ass police that I can’t be caught |
| Lead you the crossed up to stuck, and left without a clue |
| This is an everyday thing that a G like me go true |
| OOOOOOOhhhh |
| Drinkin' and drivin' in a mission through the Eastside |
| Sip a bear, smokin' good in a G-Ride |
| See, I’m always in the mix, gat ready for a twist |
| I got a gang of CDs, y’all niggas ain’t servin' shit |
| I can hit you with the .40 Glock |
| Unload the Desert Eagle, and through the block |
| See, the baddest nigga, you ever saw |
| Yeah, this nigga’s game be Above the Law |
| Yeah, true crime in the streets of L. A |
| Ha, what you know about that? |
| Ha, runnin' from Knee Kane, you know what I’m sayin? |
| Bend the corners on through the westside, Dun |
| You know what I’m sayin? |
| The Survive squad, Fort Knocks |
| What’s up Kris? |
| Ha, yeah, what up Cleareyed? |
| Yeah, ha ha, yeah |
| True crime, in the streets, in the streets |
| Of L. A |
| Aiy, I’ll see you, nigga |
| I’ll see you out there, nigga |
| Uh, but you can’t get me |
| Ugh, cause I’m out, cause I’m out (*Echoes*) |