Crime Sense lyrics

[Dave Bing]
The fuck is wrong with y`all niggaz
You think this shit is a game nigga
Like it ain`t about murder and cocaine nigga
The fuck is wrong wit y`all
It`s Murder Inc nigga
With some Dave Bing shit
Stop gettin it fucked up
Yeah

[Dave Bing]
Yo the first dollar for me
I admit it the block did it
Murder came with it
Nice cars and dime bitches
Hangin out late
Nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine
On 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, selling twenties for dimes
Middle finger in the air screamin fuck one time
As you peep out, don`t got the balls to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest
And thats the whole sixteen coppin in safeen

[Tah Murdah]
Motherfucker when you see Tah
Bet I`m holdin a fifth and a full clip
At any given moment to flip on some bullshit
Spit it sick, flowin like alien
And I`m way beyond flashin
So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin
I mastered the game, accurate aim
Put two in you
Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range
For this hover dough
Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico
Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
I hope y`all niggaz really ready cuz my steel is heavy
And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
I pisse
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