Crime Pays lyrics translation: KOOL G RAP AND DJ POLO Crime Pays song texte and letras KOOL G RAP AND DJ POLO Crime Pays tab, paroles and testo KOOL G RAP AND DJ POLO Crime Pays Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
The umm security we have here today
Not the OPEN security
The ones that that really sittin there
And really think we don`t know who they are!
`Now that`s funky` (4X)
[Kool G. Rap]
Crime don`t pay that`s what they tell us
But that`s because the other motherfuckers gettin jealous
But I`ma tell you this they neighborhood got the Goodfellas
But they come arrest us for the same shit they sell us
Cause they don`t want to see a young black nigga rollin
inside a nice car, nice kit, without the shit bein stolen
So they come and lock a nigga up
Meanwhile some corrupt, politician nigga is makin bigger bucks
Niggaz gettin blamed for the crystals; but we don`t grow
the motherfuckin coke or weed or make the fuckin pistols
Niggaz ain`t tryin to live in poverty
And a black man`s lottery`s a motherfuckin robbery
So yo you gotta make your best
Make a small investment and then put it to the test (`I know!`)
Yes, cause the other motherfuckers gettin over
Police don`t look at a WHITE MAN strange drivin a Range Rover
Carrying shit like it`s minerals
The big dollar white dollar suit and tie criminals
Even the government figures
Sellin shit to the motherfuckin Columbians and rich niggaz
Crime isn`t time from the brothers
Hey you say it don`t pay, it`s payin white motherfuckers
It all depends on how you do your shit
Cause either learn it quick intelligent and that`s it
(`I beg your pardon?`) You`re well fittin
FUCK workin for a bastard
I gotta see that money before my ass sees a casket
Get paid, motherfuck a raise
Cause to all them improper crooked coppers, crime pays
`Jack you motherfuckers` (2X)
`Wake up and go for what you know..`
`Everybody`s got to make a living`
`Boy I`m trying to make me some.. MONEY!!`
[Kool G. Rap]
Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze
But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin by with twenty ki`s
Because they came up with a law
to keep the rich motherfuckers rich and the poor motherfuckers poor
We take the cake you get the crumbs
Stackin up a package of cracks, to sell to blacks in the slums
Guns are bein sold over the counter
And you wonder why your daughter`s head was slaughtered when they found her
Why did he have to shoot the bitch
but the bitch I mean the witch just had to switch
to make the nigga Richie Rich
Yeah, so I`m throwin you the phrase
Believe me when I tell you motherfuckin crime pays Send " Crime Pays" Ringtone to your Cell