to get, American money easy It's the gangster, all motherfuckers envy Leave all semi I tote, clips empty Foes tempt me, I'm seein no penitentiary Crime
syrup, wit a dutch full of burb Let me tell ya what's gon happen dawg, this is why I'm rappin dawg You catch time for the crime and then ya trappin dawg
the street There'll be trouble when they see me [Verse 1:] Them bitches is back, take a look at the evening news And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the
stairs I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime
the press askin questions, tryin to stress me misery is all I see, thats my mind's state My history with the police is shakin' the crime rate Ma main
cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then
eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary I'm gettin
girl don't cry 'Coz even though they died You can best believe they watching over thee from the sky Never asked for this misery But look at what you gettin
see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me Please give me shelter, calm my fears Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears I see bodies gettin
letters and money orders and make 'em my troops As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime My
it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but
on the street There'll be trouble when they see me [2Pac] Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the
socks is damp Ain't nothin' like being a thug when I can just Sit on the Row of Death straight knowing that I'm blessed Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality Overdosing on crime
do or die Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high as life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime
love beef, like pussy and pistols For all you pussies that's soft as tissue I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof Gettin
my chance to spin it Got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me Niggaz gettin jealous (