Crime Life

(Intro: DJ Clue) The Professional Part Two Coming real soon! New shit! Crime life! Memph Bleek! Cease! Ja! (Verse 1: Memphis Bleek) Nigga, picture me hot, then picture me not In this spot with this Glock and these rocks to cops I know every basehead from here to the wasteland With key, and connects me and Cease the vets Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw? My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!) You know the game and this life, what this thug about One of the last real niggas trying to get in the game But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid You feel me? Niggas spend advances for jewelry Then run around frontin like they money is filthy I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want? I had coke for too long, I supply that boat [Chorus: Ja Rule] This life we gon' live it up When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2) Crime life! (Verse 2: Lil' Cease) Yo, yo! When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit him some more I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets He want them big things like them tits on Dolly Partons Got mad bodies, lawyers hotter than Cochran Besides niggas albums, a lot about dropping Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping We don't stop, we drop, shut it down Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun 'em down Now, you want war? Fuck guns, bring grenades Fuck all you sons thats dockin that shade Niggas be fronting, acting like they in Hollyhood I catch a nigga slipping I'm popping two in his hood [Chorus: Ja Rule] This life we gon' live it up When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2) Crime life! (Verse 3: Ja Rule) Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up niggas Time's up niggas Line up niggas For the K-I, double L, E-R, Murdera Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms When the God take you Be calm, you been righteously warned The game is me, cause the game I eat, breathe, sleep Wake up, conceal the heat and throw a blade in my cheek Hit the streets, handling mine, hoes handling nine The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-blinds, that dropped out, she lying Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept on Niggas come on What you think? You murdering Inc.? Who put you in pink? Perform many bumps at the brink, you fucking with some hot spitters Bear with us or bear witness, live to die, it's Rule nigga [Chorus: Ja Rule] This life we gon' live it up When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2) Crime life! (Outro: DJ Clue) Fresh out! Crazy [?] Shawn Taylor! Hot 97! Damion Young! Big shout out to fresh Jordan! Ellie! MTV! Irv Gotti! Murda Inc! My nigga Ja! DJ Clue! Desert Storm! The Hard Knock Life! Backstage y'all!