Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crime Pays , by - Young Buck. Song from the album TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.11.2005
Record label: John Galt Entertainment
Song language: English
Crime Pays |
| State to state, slippin slate nigga |
| This for the block nigga |
| E’ry nigga out there who God damnit maintainin |
| Off slangin 'caine and all dem, thangs |
| And y’knowwhatI’mtalkinbout I feel that (I feel that) |
| See I done been in that situation where niggas flip birds |
| Y’all know the gangsta, lil' young nigga |
| Who thugged out all night on the curb, came up from a GRAM |
| And bitch I got 'em warrin for 10−5, the new nigga in town |
| I’m the king of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned |
| You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound |
| And the urge to splurge for all you niggas want an ounce |
| Ain’t no problem with the product, long as you got the amount |
| And every bit of my fetti, cause every bit of it count |
| I’mma roll in the low, rain snow hot or cold |
| Finish my narcotics and put my bitches on the road |
| First nigga try and jack, watch murder go kill them hoes |
| All white, no crack, how I get it, how it go |
| 17 years old, I’m rappin 10 at a time |
| To me, front shit ain’t punk shit, long as I get mine |
| And we can get down to shine, no more sellin them dimes |
| Put 20's on our rides, fuck hoes with thick thighs |
| Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich |
| You ain’t heard about a nigga? |
| I be servin them bricks |
| Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts |
| If crime didn’t pay, I’d be still on the strip |
| Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts |
| Look — if crime didn’t pay, I’d be still on the strip |
| I’ve survived off this cocaine game, and it’s a strain to my brain |
| To front a nigga a thang, 'bout mine he won’t complain |
| Conversation rule the nation, y’all niggas know the sayin |
| Prayin I don’t catch ya wit’cha watch I’ll take ya out the picture |
| Money run the country, similar to Adolf Hitler |
| Always been to drugs but see it’s different kind of dealers |
| You pay what you weigh, or should I say, get my scrilla |
| Not tomorrow but today, okay, it’s on the real’a |
| I ain’t tryin to be a killer just a nigga 'bout his cheddar |
| And I ain’t got it, you can’t cancel the bill collector |
| Coulda been did your rump, put your family in the middle |
| But I chose to be a man and keep it on that level |
| Your potnahs done told you about this young runnin rebel |
| And the load he carries behind if I can’t get mine |
| So robbin niggas blind is the way I’mma play the game |
| Gotta respect my mind and if you don’t you still payin |
| I’m a 100% for the Presidents |
| I never been hesitant, to leave 'em layin with no evidence |
| Gotta make the best of this, stack my cheese |
| Then come back and get the rest of it, transportin ki’s |
| In the Benz with the leather kit, ride with me |
| When you hear that Desert Eagle click it’s world war 3 |
| This ain’t how it 'posed to be, but ain’t no fuckin role model |
| Besides people down in hell still want ice water |
| Now how you livin nigga? |
| When hard times come |
| Can you stand prison nigga, or you gon' run yo' tongue? |
| What’s that on yo' arm? |
| You feel like it make a man? |
| Well let me get that and yo' charm, but turn around and count to 10 |
| Can’t turn soldier in one day, the thug gotta just be within |
| Your blood or yo' family, the streets gon' tell how good you been |
| But see I’m a young nigga in his face |
| Since 12 I had a triple beam servin them cakes |