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DMX - Crime Story lyrics
Mnn Man, uh Shit stay happen Ya know Its crazy dog Its off the hook But you know Real niggas survive No regardless Them heartless Who is this I see, comin' through, its like 3 On the a.m., I'ma rob this nigga An when I'm done, I'ma slay him For bein' stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2 And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to Yeah, that one'll do Foolish niggas learn the hard way, then I teach 'em Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I leach 'em Like Jigga said, niggas test you When your gun goes warm So I keep 'em scattering Like roaches, when the light turns off From night to dawn Right from wrong Hope no way 3-57 slugs with a snub nose, dray eight Settin' all you bitches straight (what) Squashin' all beefs To the point where the police Be blockin' all streets Got me trapped up in the building But you know how that go I stay fucking with the hood rats And I run up in the rab hole Run through the hallway See police, face to face And bein' I'm tellin' you this story Means I caught another case Its either you or me And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me Aiight? Feel me O Day 2 of the saga This fuckin' drama continues Wakin' up like every 2 hours, lookin' out my window Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door Just in case, when they bust in, I bust them And I'm gunnin' for the face "What a waste of potential" is what my teachers used to tell me "You can always get a job" and cheap shit they tried to sell me Got me no where but broke and fucked up in the game But now I got a name, and niggas know my name Knock of the door "police, we lookin' for a man Killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand" I play like a bitch "Its just me here, and I'm not dressed And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest" That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city Cuz I know I'm hotter than lave, I'm holla the mouth Got my dog on the horn, he like "Fuck, you done did it They a ran up in my crib, nigga, pattin down my kid" (dial tone) Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons Murder's on my mind, no half steppin' Motherfuckers want war, you can get it, Cuz I'm tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin' Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest They can keep theirs, cuz it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em It'll be the raw of the C-4 as I'm bringin' down the building When I go, taking a bunch of the motherfuckers with me I ain't sittin around waiting for them faggot niggas to come and get me I bring it to 'em, service with a smile What nigga? Didn't know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga? Now that you finally findin' out what this shit means I'm at the precinct, 116th Run up in there Open up my jacket "You muthafuckers lookin' for me?" Well here I am "Now you comin' with me" (Explosion) Man, that shit is crazy baby Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you wit it Its off the hook y'all |
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