Crime Stories

{*Judge talking*} [Verse 1] Twenty-five years in the state penitentiary Tried to pull off the biggest crime of the century Pulled out the ten-side nine millimeter Went out to rob, sticking up sweeter Never had a job you gonna work for ya Major escape but a basehead saw ya You got it under control, you rock and roll Crime is in your soul, you goin' for the goal Comin' home late with your trigger finger aching Got in the beef for some buckwilds (?) they making Drivin' fast, I can lay in the lane Caught with a kilo, now explain! [Hook] Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time (Crime Stories!) Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time Don't do it! [Verse 2] Uzi's, nines, forty-fives and mags Cocaine on the brain, gold chains and jags Hitman for hire, big contracts In fact he got macked cause the eye-contact Bought a .38 so now he's a wanna-be mobster Come on, baby, I eat steak and lobster I got a Mercedes-Benz, a BMW, plenty of friends But what about the hidden camera lens? Cortex-style, but you're countin' that money That the brothers you diss think they sooo funny They took yours - you thought you was nice But now pay the price - they put you on ice! [Hook] {*Judge talking*} [Verse 3] Guilty! You get paid for crime I get paid to rhyme on time and in my mind I see I might have to find a even harder groove I got a smarter move No crime no time, now that's smooth Who wants to play a cell and waste time as well I'd much rather be L than in hell Cause I'ma never go and try to stick up, sell And end up locked down with dry piss to smell I'd much rather earn mines and get mines Make up stacks and cracks and write def rhymes He cuts so quick and I'm sharp as a knife I got sentenced to rock, 25 to life! [Hook] [Verse 4] Cut-throat killer, proud of the fact he kills He got in the beef, he said stand back to chill Pulled out the gun, the crowd started to run BOOM! He bust off, homeboy is done! Went around braggin', yeah boy I dit it, I admit it The description of the killer - I fit it If the cops wanna catch me, they better come with it I shot the bullet and homeboy bit it Like a (?), I put a pounder I'm down ta, kill or be killed, long as my pockets get rounder I'm on my own, I'm alone, and I roll for me Caught with a pistol, one-to-three