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Young Buck - Crime Pays lyrics
[Young Buck] 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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'ma 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 [Chorus] Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts If crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip {*repeat 2 lines 3X*} Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts Look - if crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip [Young Buck] 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 niggaz 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 niggaz blind is the way I'ma play the game Gotta respect my mind and if you don't you still payin [Chorus] [Young Buck] 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 {edited} in his face Since 12 I had a triple beam servin them cakes [Chorus] |
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