Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crime Is Money , by - Real Live. Release date: 31.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crime Is Money |
| Crime is money and money is crime |
| Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine |
| Crime is money and money is crime |
| If I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine |
| The invincible, infinite, never-endin |
| Too many pussy-ass niggas on the market pretendin |
| I’d like to let you know it’s for real, not a rap |
| Got the strap for the everyday gunclap |
| The crown king, makin moves, doin my thing |
| Iceberg Slick involved in a coke ring |
| I’m workin with Columbians, Dominicans |
| You want nitro smack, check the Nigerians |
| I’m crushin 'em, there go that herb, now we rushin 'em |
| Takin all he got, the nigga tried to plot |
| On the slickest cat in town, why clown around |
| Yo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down |
| Tried to catch a nigga sleepin |
| But little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin |
| In a land of gamblin, hustlin |
| Drug-traffickin, murderin, musclin |
| I’ma tell you what’s the word on the street |
| Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat |
| All the stress got me runnin for shelter |
| I’ve seen dice games turn into helter skelter |
| Grimey niggas only 12 years old be drenched in gold |
| So much ice them niggas cold, just sold |
| 20 bags to this undercover cat |
| The motherfucker was informed by a rat |
| Slash player hater |
| A faggot that’s vexed cos the lucci is much greater |
| The way to survive, got to come alive |
| In '95, duke, cos '96 is near |
| Everybody’s in fear |
| Of either gettin shot or caught up in the middle |
| Or contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little |
| Used to be the meanest chicken on the block |
| I couldn’t tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock |
| Now every nigga wanna see a mill |
| And still hold the block down like Big Will |
| But players from the other side of town |
| Is takin niggas for clowns |
| Comin through bustin rounds |
| You would think they was beefin for keys |
| Not only a fraction, yo, I’m talkin grand action |
| I lost my timin, for nickel-and-dimin |
| It’s all about chains and rings |
| Bigger and better things |
| You just beginnin son, you ain’t poppin |
| I wanna go down 5th Ave and do my shoppin |
| Hit the Bally shop, cop a Rolex watch |
| The Tommy Hilfiger and the Ralph Lauren spot |
| Pick up my shorty, cop her a full (?) mink |
| His and hers, luxury furs |
| Now I’m shinin like a diamond on niggas |
| Bitches stare at my glare when I’m rhymin on niggas |