Songtexte:
Ja Rule Crime Scene

the grind, you better keep your ass in line Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga You was watchin me through your window nigga Doing crimes

the grind, you better keep your ass in line Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga You was watchin me through your window nigga Doing crimes

Thats Why A Lotta Niggas Gon Died On The Court Rule 73 Keep Your Gun Oily Clean Just To Be The Last Man Standin At The Crime Scene Heart Beatin Crazy

: Bet the black comes in red, crimes of passion rule my head I need you, you want him, dressed to kill we live in sin I know the game you play, I

me to the crime Not a print, not a hot damn clue Beating these niggaz down Is what I came to do And I ain't playing bout a hot damn rule Shaking you niggaz

with the track, Diddy keep it gangsta Who's Benzino? Who the fuck's Benzino? Matta-fact, get'cha facts straight (Say whaaat?!) When in the city, crime scene

I send the police to the grave, and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread

-five indeed will beam In between the scenes destroy your dreams You willin' to die, we'll see How many flees when I cause the scene We mean mug, Mo

and behold, what do I see? In the distance, some resistance [Doodlebug] When I traveled the land like my man in Kung Fu moshin' up this hip hop scene