talked, got older and you thanked him now This is your hood, poor folks drugs and robberies Turnin into the things moms wanted you not to be Crime followin
he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around We all thought he was real
emcee Wu-Tang killa bee The bee high facility In love with the blunt smoke Even though its killin me Bad vibes fillin me With thoughts of conspiricy
but is nonetheless real, if I can communicate, and in the telling and the bearing of my soul anything is gained, even though the words which I use are
can you tell me it wasn't for real Step into my shoes and see how it really feels I know, I know why you do it Still I can't stand you putting me though
chance I bet you had an ace up your sleeve An' here I thought that you were so naive You took my hand an' made me believe In love an' real romance... It was the crime
lost your spot Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan
over here and smack a nigga up you know what I'm sayin' Crime Syndicate shit though niggaz know us Know what I'm saying my peeps put me on For real ...
Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor 'cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain, ain't nothin' but blood thug crime though
loose. So damn wrong, so damn dumb. I went back more than once, four times. Went for more times. Sometimes back to back. Could not help how it feel. Though I know karma's real. No crime
than them lyrically trickin and my Tribe be on a Quest like Tip and them On every avenue puttin the full clip in em Splittin and strippin em down while spittin a round into
money, stayin' on your feet And you better believe gotta have that cheese For the green leaves, never catch me sleep Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime
dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls, rest in peace That was 1996, we back in the mix I guess they thought
they lie. Flesh-Whom die they lie. Krayzie-No mo' mercy . . . Flesh-Whom die they lie. [Shot.] Flesh~N~Bone-Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real
problems on some math class shit so check the young genius out fuck the World, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout I thought that real shit is what you
love around the clock Baby doll it's you and me so just rock Breakdown, all you superficial rappers will cease to exist If I come into a party hitting' raps like this Though
crime don't pay Black man tried to break into my house again Thought he got off early doing time in the pen Even though my brothers do me just like that
