The final scene of your production Your destruction Just when the solitude about you Drove your symptoms to an end Did they find you? Try to break through
is cream You got the dream to push a mean two-seater With a diva ridin' shotgun just to say you got one You make the songs but labels only want the hot
Making only organized crime We'll be masterminds if our dreams will reach the shore Another turning point in time tonight when the lights go out Shotgun
[Matt:] I could go out like pretty boy Floyd With a crime spree three states wide Or I could be like Bonnie Parker Sitting shotgun next to Clyde Women
he didn't grow up playing childhood games Cos what he sees is all he knows And his heart's in the street, where anything goes I'm talkin' drugs and dope, crime
't play with little gats crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs and quarter pounds bitch place your order now stay in line I only fuck with broke niggas that stright depend on crime
he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help, or to get some respect He's only
Anybody gets it Like quarantines that deemed infected America supported Hitler till he came for his seconds A cannibal never utensils Crime scene: no
a toupee Mix the water, with the soda Turn the pot up make a souflee All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way I'm livin proof that crime do
You punk She's only 16 I told you before to stay away from her You oughta put him under the jail) [Al-Shid] Nonchalant, in a 2000 Galant Playin shotgun
round with loaded waterguns It was sort of fun, playin cops and robbers The kids who was cops had a pops or a father Those who was crooks not only played
only incredible original Nine Like the sun will shine, I will always rhyme Like Pam Grier is fine, I gets mine like two nickels is a dime, primetime like a new crime
Shit, man Fuck that pinche jura ese If they only knew where the fuck I was, right Right underneath their pinche puerco noses and shit They ain't gonna
doing hard tiempo, cause I took a vatos life I thought I was slick-but not slick enough, Now I have to prove to the whole prison that I'm tough. The only
cops under the cover sell glocks A free box of shell if you miss any shots Crack spots and hell only stops burn cells Pale horses, evil forces, crime
Juxx] Niggaz dial 9-11 I told the Smif Wess, one nine, one-one Forty five's and P2 29's Storyline, it begins once upon a crime Rustee Juxx in the gutter
to ride shotgun, roll my dro' in the coop like to go gold with you and hold my guns on the stoop like to shoot whack rappers and get away with the crime
shotgun to your head, i like it when you see my face. a blow to the skull, i make sure your still alive. i only kill quick when necessary, but this