don't stop, nigga's thought the heat was gone But I'm back to do it again, leader of rhyme Bad boy, we turn it to the scene of the crime Immaculate fame
in the champagne glass 'Bout the size of a campaign ad You don't know how you look to me But if love was a crime you be a crook to me Cause mommy I've
soon So I just presume Deep into the rhymes of a rapper Prepare my mind for the capture, thinkin' Ginuwine like the bachelor But why these niggaz wanna make us into crime
my bed Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? Party people get stupid we just begun!!! (break) You're get,get,gettin
The lines on the highway, I'm makin' my mind drift away To my last jail stay 5 years for a 459 I'm never going back, no matter what the crime Surrendering
for and I don't owe no guy shit Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty Thought you was it, but you're smooth gettin pimped G.. .. I ain't no
Grandmaster Melle Mel, Afrika Islam, Africa Bambata Roger from encore jams out here in L.A. The unknown VJ and the man called AJ Used to run the radio, peace out without you I wouldn't be gettin
, I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime
dime got baby and big daddy slim on the line the way that we ball im sayin is a crime but we dont really care i continue gettin mine cuz this my 9 to
I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is So I bangs for my cabbage Do you not know the most affective way of gettin' money Pull yo gun
say nuthin' Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin' When the team on the set with the guns gone clap Gettin' down on everything, hmmm,
'm one of a kind. Mold is broken, the formulas mine. I killed the idea and destroyed the design. (Fergie) I was patiently waitin & takin my time Now that I'm here I'm gettin
the pieces It's the only way I see myself Gettin' to the other side That's why, I've got a criminal mind These days, I wonder if crime pays Blinded
yesterday While you exit home put your ring out And we own private jets, sippin' real wine I was in the projects watchin' Feds crime But now I'm doin' projects, gettin
of my pain, illustrate the city in vain Fallin' deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times, vesh crimes
when it comes to rhymes (Brick city) Yo, don't scandalize mine I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin' for crime
) Larry Hoover, Whippin work, Hallelujah One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start I think I'm Big Meech, (woo) Larry Hoover, (woo) Gettin
