Young Scooter - Time lyrics

–Chorus: Young Scooter– Do your crime n***a, do your time n***as tell not to do time You get your time, you can’t press rewind You done signed on that dotted line I’m on a paper route, I’m on the grind Yeah I’m workin’ overtime Do your crime n***a, do your time n***as tell not to do time –Verse 1: Young Scooter– They gave Rick seventeen For twenty-two bricks of clean I been hustlin’ my whole life I saw some sh** that you ain’t never seen Talkin’ murder or a robbery I really came up from poverty My cousin he got three felonies They gave him thirty for a quarter key Look at Reverend Al Sharpton, he took down the mafia Nobody never kept it real as Meech and John Gotti They snitchin’ on them documentaries before you start watchin’ n***as doin’ a lot of tellin’, ain’t nobody droppin’ What’s wrong with the streets? You can tell they get whacked, that’s how it supposed to be Take the stand, cop a plea to get his time cut n***a told on his right hand, that’s f**ed up –Chorus: Young Scooter– Do your crime n***a, do your time n***as tell not to do time You get your time, you can’t press rewind You done signed on that dotted line I’m on a paper route, I’m on the grind Yeah I’m workin’ overtime Do your crime n***a, do your time n***as tell not to do time –Verse 2: Young Dolph– This sh** gettin’ hectic, everybody tellin’ You caught your own charge, do your own time At the wrong place at the wrong time Caught another case but ain’t got the cake To bail out so you tellin’ out Word got around boy you tellin’ now Damn, you a p**y But it don’t surprise me though, that’s what I expect from you n***as I done seen it all Matter fact I seen too much Salute to all the real plugs that come through in the clutch Trap n***as come through in a coupe, burnin’ the clutch Lil n***a working two plugs like double dutch –Chorus: Young Scooter– Do your crime n***a, do your time n***as tell not to do time You get your time, you can’t press rewind You done signed on that dotted line I’m on a paper route, I’m on the grind Yeah I’m workin’ overtime Do your crime n***a, do your time n***as tell not to do time –Verse 3: Trouble– These n***as ain’t makin’ sh** shake, these n***as ain’t makin’ sh** shake Wrong move get a n***a on a plate, wrong move put your n***a on a plate f** that, line ’em up, sh**, go ahead, get a n***a hundred on straight I don’t give a f**, I don’t say nothing, twelve comin’ through, it’s all good, hey Thug life, n***a what’s happenin’ Old hundred, n***a what’s happenin’ Free Youngsta, n***a no cappin’ with it Free paper, n***a ain’t rappin’ n***a want money on my head, I’m just out to get my bread Me and my b**h on meds, hundred thou count it on the bed Turn this sh** to a mil, I ain’t had to sign no deal OG helped ’em out the hole, hit ’em with the load, unload it Turn around, now we got the hoes, n***a this sh** this real Forever cases on my head, got no time for no n***a in they feelings