Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crime Story , by - DMX. Release date: 30.04.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crime Story |
| Mnn |
| Man, uh Shit stay happen |
| Ya know |
| Its crazy dog |
| Its off the hook |
| But you know |
| Real niggas survive |
| No regardless |
| Them heartless |
| Who is this I see, comin’through, its like 3 |
| On the a.m., I’ma rob this nigga |
| An when I’m done, I’ma slay him |
| For bein’stupid like, comin’through after 1 or 2 |
| And havin’a gun that he couldn’t get to Yeah, that one’ll do Foolish niggas learn the hard way, then I teach 'em |
| Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I leach 'em |
| Like Jigga said, niggas test you |
| When your gun goes warm |
| So I keep 'em scattering |
| Like roaches, when the light turns off |
| From night to dawn |
| Right from wrong |
| Hope no way |
| 3−57 slugs with a snub nose, dray eight |
| Settin’all you bitches straight (what) |
| Squashin’all beefs |
| To the point where the police |
| Be blockin’all streets |
| Got me trapped up in the building |
| But you know how that go I stay fucking with the hood rats |
| And I run up in the rab hole |
| Run through the hallway |
| See police, face to face |
| And bein’I’m tellin’you this story |
| Means I caught another case |
| Its either you or me And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me Aiight? |
| Feel me O Day 2 of the saga |
| This fuckin’drama continues |
| Wakin’up like every 2 hours, lookin’out my window |
| Plus I keep the 4−4 pointed at the door |
| Just in case, when they bust in, I bust them |
| And I’m gunnin’for the face |
| What a waste of potential is what my teachers used to tell me You can always get a job and cheap shit they tried to sell me Got me no where but broke and fucked up in the game |
| But now I got a name, and niggas know my name |
| Knock of the door police, we lookin’for a man |
| Killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand |
| I play like a bitch Its just me here, and I’m not dressed |
| And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest |
| That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city |
| Cuz I know I’m hotter than lave, I’m holla the mouth |
| Got my dog on the horn, he like |
| Fuck, you done did it They a ran up in my crib, nigga, pattin down my kid (dial tone) |
| Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons |
| Murder’s on my mind, no half steppin' |
| Motherfuckers want war, you can get it, |
| Cuz I’m tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin' |
| Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest |
| Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest |
| They can keep theirs, cuz it won’t be the slugs that’ll kill 'em |
| It’ll be the raw of the C-4 as I’m bringin’down the building |
| When I go, taking a bunch of the motherfuckers with me I ain’t sittin around |
| waiting for them faggot niggas to come and get me I bring it to 'em, service with a smile |
| What nigga? |
| Didn’t know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga? |
| Now that you finally findin’out what this shit means |
| I’m at the precinct, 116th |
| Run up in there |
| Open up my jacket You muthafuckers lookin’for me? |
| Well here I am Now you comin’with me |
| (Explosion) |
| Man, that shit is crazy baby |
| Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you wit it Its off the hook y’all |