dog it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime,
letters and money orders and make 'em my troops As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime My
bitch, some officers are gettin rich Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for they shit As far as jealousy, bein a celebrity No matter who committed the crime
that means somethin to me You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time for you to be comin home talkin that "daddy's home" shit (nigga) We been gettin
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
do or die Seein my opprunities through these bars of hell while gettin high as life replays like time; underhanded schemes to get that cream and thangs while livin this life of crime
eyes stay teary for all the brothers that are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary I'm gettin
on the street There'll be trouble when they see me [2Pac] Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the
cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then
the street There'll be trouble when they see me [Verse 1:] Them bitches is back, take a look at the evening news And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the
stairs I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind In time we learned to live a life of crime
your syrup, wit a dutch full of burb Let me tell ya what's gon happen dawg, this is why I'm rappin dawg You catch time for the crime and then ya trappin
Rappers Against Phony Entertainers So we can make it known that we won't get swayed It's ninety-one son, so somethin's gotta change [Pete Nice] Gettin
started RAPE: Rappers Against Phony Entertainers So we can make it known that we won't get swayed It's ninety-one son, so somethin's gotta change [Pete Nice] Gettin
inside Ladies- 4/5 by my side All they- want is just to grind Oh no- that called be called a crime Gimme the key to your chastity Wanna get down dirty gettin
I'd like to introduce the young Brotha Broski [Brotha Broski] Walkin through the streets The crime rate still stands to be, held in a cell with no release Seven counts of crime
going on right now Official Nast' don't be playin around, we lay it down Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen Crime scene reporter snap shots