Song | Crime Is Money |
Artist | Real Live |
Album | The Turnaround: A Long Awaited Drama |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hansford, K Def, Wright | |
Crime is money and money is crime | |
Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine | |
Crime is money and money is crime | |
If I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine | |
[Verse 1] | |
The invincible, infinite, never-endin | |
Too many pussy-ass niggaz on the market pretendin | |
I'd like to let you know it's for real, not a rap | |
Got the strap for the everyday gunclap | |
The crown king, makin moves, doin my thing | |
Iceberg Slick involved in a coke ring | |
I'm workin with Columbians, Dominicans | |
You want nitro smack, check the Nigerians | |
I'm crushin 'em, there go that herb, now we rushin 'em | |
Takin all he got, the nigga tried to plot | |
On the slickest cat in town, why clown around | |
Yo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down | |
Tried to catch a nigga sleepin | |
But little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin | |
In a land of gamblin, hustlin | |
Drug-traffickin, murderin, musclin | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 2] | |
I'ma tell you what's the word on the street | |
Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat | |
All the stress got me runnin for shelter | |
I've seen dice games turn into helter skelter | |
Grimey niggaz only 12 years old be drenched in gold | |
So much ice them niggaz cold, just sold | |
20 bags to this undercover cat | |
The motherfucker was informed by a rat | |
Slash player hater | |
A faggot that's vexed cos the lucci is much greater | |
The way to survive, got to come alive | |
In '95, duke, cos '96 is near | |
Everybody's in fear | |
Of either gettin shot or caught up in the middle | |
Or contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little | |
Used to be the meanest chicken on the block | |
I couldn't tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 3] | |
Now every nigga wanna see a mill | |
And still hold the block down like Big Will | |
But players from the other side of town | |
Is takin niggaz for clowns | |
Comin through bustin rounds | |
You would think they was beefin for keys | |
Not only a fraction, yo, I'm talkin grand action | |
I lost my timin, for nickel-and-dimin | |
It's all about chains and rings | |
Bigger and better things | |
You just beginnin son, you ain't poppin | |
I wanna go down 5th Ave and do my shoppin | |
Hit the Bally shop, cop a Rolex watch | |
The Tommy Hilfiger and the Ralph Lauren spot | |
Pick up my shorty, cop her a full [?] mink | |
His and hers, luxury furs | |
Now I'm shinin like a diamond on niggaz | |
Bitches stare at my glare when I'm rhymin on niggaz |
zuo qu : Hansford, K Def, Wright | |
Crime is money and money is crime | |
Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine | |
Crime is money and money is crime | |
If I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine | |
Verse 1 | |
The invincible, infinite, neverendin | |
Too many pussyass niggaz on the market pretendin | |
I' d like to let you know it' s for real, not a rap | |
Got the strap for the everyday gunclap | |
The crown king, makin moves, doin my thing | |
Iceberg Slick involved in a coke ring | |
I' m workin with Columbians, Dominicans | |
You want nitro smack, check the Nigerians | |
I' m crushin ' em, there go that herb, now we rushin ' em | |
Takin all he got, the nigga tried to plot | |
On the slickest cat in town, why clown around | |
Yo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down | |
Tried to catch a nigga sleepin | |
But little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin | |
In a land of gamblin, hustlin | |
Drugtraffickin, murderin, musclin | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2 | |
I' ma tell you what' s the word on the street | |
Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat | |
All the stress got me runnin for shelter | |
I' ve seen dice games turn into helter skelter | |
Grimey niggaz only 12 years old be drenched in gold | |
So much ice them niggaz cold, just sold | |
20 bags to this undercover cat | |
The motherfucker was informed by a rat | |
Slash player hater | |
A faggot that' s vexed cos the lucci is much greater | |
The way to survive, got to come alive | |
In ' 95, duke, cos ' 96 is near | |
Everybody' s in fear | |
Of either gettin shot or caught up in the middle | |
Or contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little | |
Used to be the meanest chicken on the block | |
I couldn' t tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
Now every nigga wanna see a mill | |
And still hold the block down like Big Will | |
But players from the other side of town | |
Is takin niggaz for clowns | |
Comin through bustin rounds | |
You would think they was beefin for keys | |
Not only a fraction, yo, I' m talkin grand action | |
I lost my timin, for nickelanddimin | |
It' s all about chains and rings | |
Bigger and better things | |
You just beginnin son, you ain' t poppin | |
I wanna go down 5th Ave and do my shoppin | |
Hit the Bally shop, cop a Rolex watch | |
The Tommy Hilfiger and the Ralph Lauren spot | |
Pick up my shorty, cop her a full ? mink | |
His and hers, luxury furs | |
Now I' m shinin like a diamond on niggaz | |
Bitches stare at my glare when I' m rhymin on niggaz |
zuò qǔ : Hansford, K Def, Wright | |
Crime is money and money is crime | |
Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine | |
Crime is money and money is crime | |
If I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine | |
Verse 1 | |
The invincible, infinite, neverendin | |
Too many pussyass niggaz on the market pretendin | |
I' d like to let you know it' s for real, not a rap | |
Got the strap for the everyday gunclap | |
The crown king, makin moves, doin my thing | |
Iceberg Slick involved in a coke ring | |
I' m workin with Columbians, Dominicans | |
You want nitro smack, check the Nigerians | |
I' m crushin ' em, there go that herb, now we rushin ' em | |
Takin all he got, the nigga tried to plot | |
On the slickest cat in town, why clown around | |
Yo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down | |
Tried to catch a nigga sleepin | |
But little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin | |
In a land of gamblin, hustlin | |
Drugtraffickin, murderin, musclin | |
Chorus | |
Verse 2 | |
I' ma tell you what' s the word on the street | |
Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat | |
All the stress got me runnin for shelter | |
I' ve seen dice games turn into helter skelter | |
Grimey niggaz only 12 years old be drenched in gold | |
So much ice them niggaz cold, just sold | |
20 bags to this undercover cat | |
The motherfucker was informed by a rat | |
Slash player hater | |
A faggot that' s vexed cos the lucci is much greater | |
The way to survive, got to come alive | |
In ' 95, duke, cos ' 96 is near | |
Everybody' s in fear | |
Of either gettin shot or caught up in the middle | |
Or contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little | |
Used to be the meanest chicken on the block | |
I couldn' t tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
Now every nigga wanna see a mill | |
And still hold the block down like Big Will | |
But players from the other side of town | |
Is takin niggaz for clowns | |
Comin through bustin rounds | |
You would think they was beefin for keys | |
Not only a fraction, yo, I' m talkin grand action | |
I lost my timin, for nickelanddimin | |
It' s all about chains and rings | |
Bigger and better things | |
You just beginnin son, you ain' t poppin | |
I wanna go down 5th Ave and do my shoppin | |
Hit the Bally shop, cop a Rolex watch | |
The Tommy Hilfiger and the Ralph Lauren spot | |
Pick up my shorty, cop her a full ? mink | |
His and hers, luxury furs | |
Now I' m shinin like a diamond on niggaz | |
Bitches stare at my glare when I' m rhymin on niggaz |