| Crime is money and money is crime
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| Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine
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| Crime is money and money is crime
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| If I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine
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| The invincible, infinite, never-endin
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| Too many pussy-ass niggas on the market pretendin
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| I’d like to let you know it’s for real, not a rap
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| Got the strap for the everyday gunclap
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| The crown king, makin moves, doin my thing
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| Iceberg Slick involved in a coke ring
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| I’m workin with Columbians, Dominicans
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| You want nitro smack, check the Nigerians
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| I’m crushin 'em, there go that herb, now we rushin 'em
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| Takin all he got, the nigga tried to plot
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| On the slickest cat in town, why clown around
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| Yo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down
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| Tried to catch a nigga sleepin
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| But little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin
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| In a land of gamblin, hustlin
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| Drug-traffickin, murderin, musclin
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| I’ma tell you what’s the word on the street
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| Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat
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| All the stress got me runnin for shelter
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| I’ve seen dice games turn into helter skelter |
| Grimey niggas only 12 years old be drenched in gold
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| So much ice them niggas cold, just sold
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| 20 bags to this undercover cat
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| The motherfucker was informed by a rat
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| Slash player hater
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| A faggot that’s vexed cos the lucci is much greater
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| The way to survive, got to come alive
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| In '95, duke, cos '96 is near
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| Everybody’s in fear
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| Of either gettin shot or caught up in the middle
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| Or contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little
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| Used to be the meanest chicken on the block
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| I couldn’t tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock
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| Now every nigga wanna see a mill
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| And still hold the block down like Big Will
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| But players from the other side of town
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| Is takin niggas for clowns
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| Comin through bustin rounds
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| You would think they was beefin for keys
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| Not only a fraction, yo, I’m talkin grand action
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| I lost my timin, for nickel-and-dimin
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| It’s all about chains and rings
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| Bigger and better things
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| You just beginnin son, you ain’t poppin
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| I wanna go down 5th Ave and do my shoppin
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| Hit the Bally shop, cop a Rolex watch |
| The Tommy Hilfiger and the Ralph Lauren spot
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| Pick up my shorty, cop her a full (?) mink
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| His and hers, luxury furs
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| Now I’m shinin like a diamond on niggas
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| Bitches stare at my glare when I’m rhymin on niggas |