Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crime Story, artist - DMX.
Date of issue: 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 |