Al' Tariq - Crime Pays lyrics

Uhh, uhh Uhh, hey uh hey What it is, what it is.. "crime pays in mad ways" -] Raekwon [Al' Tariq] Yo, yo, bust it How I was walkind mindin my own biz, here it is I see these two kids bouncin, my way Eyes blood red with venom And somethin tellin me that I best not offend 'em But they don't even know I got this badge That I'm about to flash on that a** like two hits of hash Pa** by 'em, eye 'em Peep money on the left got the toast n***as ready to roast so I'm ghost Then find another victim so I can jig 'em Act like I'm po'-po', be like YO YO and stick 'em Trick 'em out their currents, them dirty greens And in the process, stoppin all the flow from fiends It's all good cause in my hood it's better, if my baretta Give these po' folks some cheddar to the letter A present day - Robin Hood, crime pays in mad ways n***a It's all good [Hook: repeat 2X] "From here on nothing goes down unless I'm involved" -] Frank White "crime pays in mad ways" -] Raekwon "No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing.. You guys got FAT while everybody schtraved on the street" -] F. White "crime pays in mad ways" -] Raekwon "It's my turn.." -] Frank White [Al' Tariq] Aiyyo, I've been checkin these stick-up kids for weeks Seein how they pull they jobs and go trick with freaks I seeks a weakness, in their armor, so I can harm a Crimi-nal with top residu-als, I shall be back With exact means to get him Tighten up the grip and let these hollow points hit him Split him, send they whole crew in mad directions Correction, I think I'll make this other selection Their leader, numero un', the top cheese FREEZE! Don't make me have to load up to squeeze n***a I don't mind wettin up yo' type try me you dirty slimy Sleazy greasy grimey - where the safe at? That's when he show and prove that he a liar Find and clean the stash and set his f**in crib on fire I'm yo' sire, hittin these crooks to fix my hood Crime pays in mad ways, n***a it's all good [Hook] "It's my turn.." -] Frank White [Al' Tariq] Bust it, I'm shoppin Sears for wears that I can put on in Foot Locker For other soles to put my foot on, but right then and, there My vision peeps 'em, to dirty fleece 'em Thinkin nobody sees 'em, boostin So I exhale like Whitney Houston, then start accusin These tricks for their intrusion, exclusin Mr. Al' Tariq from your profits, you better stop it Shorties hold to drop it, or cop it Witcha greenbacks I know you're holdin, like the feds Just some high-rollers rollin, I'm told in, your profession Money be flowin, but all I'm knowin Is my shorties, they keep on growin, so bust it Peep the science here's the plan - I'll be your man Give me what you can Snd I won't ever stop y'all from boostin in my hood Crime pays in mad ways baby it's all good [Hook] "It's my turn.." -] Frank White {*"King of New York" samples and Raekwon scratches ad libbed to fade*}