[Chorus] Crime is money and money is crime Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine Crime is money and money is crime If I catch you slippin
impression's felt The real is stamped on the bag and the dope is dealt [Chorus 2x:] Gat in the back, sunroof top, Real one on the scene with the gangsta
't wanna chase tail I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan When I talk about money all you see is
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
Mopreme] My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo This is not for all the freaks in short skirts This is
my dream I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime
is dying tommorrow We, bet on all time ni**a the clocks tickin' Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin Cops sittin', politicians pa*sin' laws you ain't knowin' Soon that money
you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and lace this rap A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was workin for the feds, same crime, different
: [Eat a dick up] ["Stick up, stick up, stick up kids... still don't nothin move but the money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin,
but... yo this is on my mind man but I want you to check this out man check it out [Verse 1] I'm living in the ghetto selling dope is the only thing
money man (money man) Right here, damn see how life is [Krayzie:] You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live
Yeah we havin' a celebration, I love to stay high And you better believe when it's time to grind I'm down for mine crime after crime Fin to creep to
I'm such an open book but they don't bother to read it (ha) The teacher said I would never get ahead (nah) All I could do is laugh, them threats was all
tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked Now who's hot and who's not I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks Meth the mister, if crime is an art
gun is straight running like a tire on the trucks if he is real or a liar put the plyer to his nuts or the fire to his guts [Jadakiss] cuz niggas is
that's what it is, then that's what it is Run up in your crib, with twelve black brothers That'll digest to live, die just to live Some called us martyrs
of paper to live here American Gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear You know what time it is, crime it is No matter what rhyme it is We
is pure death Mess with drugs, you're breathin your last breath Sellin drugs is straight up genocide They're gonna laugh, while we all die Sittin up there thinkin you're makin that money
