Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crime Pays, artist - Young Buck. Album song TIP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |