Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World Of Crime, artist - T-Rock. Album song Rocksolid / 4:20, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.02.2003
Record label: Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
World Of Crime |
| 1 — For only you nigga, I would cherish all of these times |
| For only you, I’d live a fuckin' world of crime |
| For only you, give me feelings that I can’t understand |
| For only you, be the one to help me murda yo' man |
| I love you nigga, listen to me, tell me what you need |
| I got yo' back & front, baby, do what you please |
| But you hurt me, boy, you just drivin' me crazy |
| Thinkin' of the day we met in yo' 600 Mercedes |
| Havin' suicidal thoughts |
| Oops, I love you too much |
| You just don’t know what you be doin' when I’m feelin' yo' touch |
| Get to schemin, play a role, like I’m in a soap opera |
| Findin' bitches number in yo' wallet, and how I’mma stop it |
| (What should I do?) Go bother the niggas that is down wit yo' crew |
| ]From me to you, this Gangsta Boo, and I’m just tellin' the truth |
| You hurt me bad, feelin' strange, wit revenge on my mind |
| Call my baby from the 8 and say «it's been a long time» |
| How are ya doin'? |
| (Doin' great) |
| I got problems on mind |
| This nigga told me that he love me, but I guess he’s a liar |
| Somebody, bye bitch nigga, I’mma get yo' ass back |
| You played up on a real bitch, now it’s time fo' yo' nap |
| This is givin' me asistance in committin' adultery in the late night |
| Makin' love 'til ya had me where I couldn’t concentrate right |
| Hypnotizin' my thought process wit love,? |
| & venom |
| Prepared to kill for you, I fold, make sure pistol that pin 'em |
| Though you be wit it, this affair is too good to be true |
| It must be blessed |
| Besides, yo' man is too posessive & over-protective |
| You want him deceased, I’ll be da trigga man on the piece |
| After it’s over, you & I can have an intimate feast |
| Let me know the time & location plus how to do it |
| You told me 12 at yo' house, sliced & least dilluted |
| So I’m creepin' to the doorstep of your 30 million mansion |
| It’s time fo' havoc, ???, he’ll be evicted on the fuckin' minute |
| You been takin' shovin' & orders |
| He bust & you’re a torch |
| Sliced him to death, threw his carcus over the river water |
| Now it’s Paco & Miss Lady, modern day Clyde & Bonnie |
| Livin' off your husbands real money, for greediness ??? |
| I tried to be good, I didn’t want to set him up for this |
| But mama sold jewelry, what you sold you bitch |
| I’m cookin', makin' him feel good after it’s all planned |
| I’m havin' second thoughts but now I got me a new man |
| (His last meal) |
| Like his ass locked up hell tight |
| I sexed him down once he ate his food, this was like right |
| After the clock struck 9, 12 on midnight, he finished |
| Cuz my baby Paco wanna blow his brains on the ceiling |
| Hope his folks don’t be mad |
| Fuck it! |
| I just might flee |
| Because he left a lot of money in the S-A-F-E |
| Too good to be true |
| Gangsta Boo love somebody |
| But you nobody until yo' ass kill somebody |
| I’m thinkin' quick, my hands are wet, maybe it’s from my sweat |
| 11:45 is here, I guess the stash it 'tected |
| So blood baths can begin cuz I’m in it to win |
| Not to be hurt in the end |
| I’m a deadly friend |