Al Tariq - Crime Pays Lyrics
Uhh, uhhUhh, hey uh heyWhat it is, what it is.. "crime pays in mad ways"[Al' Tariq]Yo, yo, bust itHow I was walkind mindin my own biz, here it isI see these two kids bouncin, my wayEyes blood red with venomAnd somethin tellin me that I best not offend 'emBut they don't even know I got this badgethat I'm about to flash on that ass like two hits of hashPass by 'em, eye 'emPeep money on the left got the toastNiggaz ready to roast so I'm ghostThen find another victim so I can jig 'emAct like I'm po'-po', be like YO YO and stick 'emTrick 'em out their currents, them dirty greensAnd in the process, stoppin all the flow from fiendsIt's all good cause in my hood it's better, if my barettagive these po' folks some cheddar to the letterA present day - Robin Hood, crime pays in mad ways niggaIt's all good[Chorus: x2]"From here on nothing goes down unless I'm involved""crime pays in mad ways""No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing..You guys got FAT while everybody schtraved on the street""crime pays in mad ways""It's my turn.."[Al' Tariq]Aiyyo, I've been checkin these stick-up kids for weeksSeein how they pull they jobs and go trick with freaksI seeks a weakness, in their armor, so I can harm acrimi-nal with top residu-als, I shall be backwith exact means to get himTighten up the grip and let these hollow points hit himSplit him, send they whole crew in mad directionsCorrection, I think I'll make this other selectionTheir leader, numero un', the top cheeseFREEZE! Don't make me have to load up to squeeze niggaI don't mind wettin up yo' type try me you dirty slimysleazy greasy grimey - where the safe at?That's when he show and prove that he a liarFind and clean the stash and set his *****in crib on fireI'm yo' sire, hittin these crooks to fix my hoodCrime pays in mad ways, nigga it's all good[Chorus]"It's my turn.."[Al' Tariq]Bust it, I'm shoppin Sears for wears that I can put on in Foot LockerFor other soles to put my foot on, but right then and, thereMy vision peeps 'em, to dirty fleece 'emThinkin nobody sees 'em, boostinSo I exhale like Whitney Houston, then start accusinthese tricks for their intrusion, exclusinMr. Al' Tariq from your profits, you better stop itShorties hold to drop it, or cop itwitcha greenbacks I know you're holdin, like the fedsJust some high-rollers rollin, I'm told in, your professionmoney be flowin, but all I'm knowinis my shorties, they keep on growin, so bust itPeep the science here's the plan - I'll be your manGive me what you canSnd I won't ever stop y'all from boostin in my hoodCrime pays in mad ways baby it's all good[Chorus]"It's my turn.."["King of New York" samples and Raekwon scratches ad libbed to fade]
