[00:01.835](Yo.. yo, yo, yo, yo )
[00:05.905]Crime Story, the title, I gotta get it however, whenever, whoever
[00:12.371](All my niggas know, they live the streets, never go down! )
[00:20.557]Follow me up one time like my man Poppy Da, you know?
[00:24.699](I'm wit you son! I'm wit you! )
[00:26.068](Shy)Time for some action, it was June first, me and my Co'
[00:30.140]we ran up on a check-casher on Tonka's and raw, I told her
[00:33.905]"Tell it on that, funny with the money cuz the money ain't yours
[00:36.981]We got twenty hostages, I'm ready to die for this!"
[00:39.939]Squig said, "She movin too slow, I'm ready to pop this bitch!"
[00:42.832]Then he shot the bitch, and we had to move quick
[00:45.055]Grab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whip
[00:48.045]Jump started the vehicle, drove a block or two
[00:50.688]Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in blue
[00:53.145]So I bust a u-turn, you could smell the rubber burn
[00:56.011]I dusted 'em like a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!)
[00:58.390]Went uptown, slowed down and made a left at the light
[01:01.171]Started flowin, unboared, then she lept (STOP! STOP! STOP!)
[01:03.481]Up in front of 27th warrant, we ran up in the buildin
[01:06.257]Bid with two duffle bags but at least I had it big (We came off!)
[01:09.760]Ran up in the crib, shut the door, the sweat started pourin
[01:13.046]That's when I heard the sirens roarin
[01:14.731](Superb)Yo, fuck the sirens, son we came off, we blastin
[01:17.359]Any nigga come in here we comin through, ah like...
[01:19.926]We do the same shit in my projects
[01:22.533]Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime
[01:25.466]In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes
[01:27.912]Some used to snort dimes and do robberies
[01:31.171](Shy)"Come out with your hands up! We have you surrounded!"
[01:34.162]Heard it over boom-horn, one officer shouted
[01:36.609]I said, "This is it son, is you 'bout it? See you in Hell!"
[01:39.807]Looked my man in the eyes, we started bustin off shells
[01:42.771]Goin all out, backin the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette style
[01:47.442]They got the sharpshooters out, on the project roof
[01:50.098]It's 12 o'clock noon, the old lady yelled, "Don't shoot!"
[01:52.796]Then I heard a shot, my heart stopped
[01:55.206]Then my man dropped, I fucked with the Glock (Yo, what the fuck?)
[01:57.843]And got timed by four cops
[01:59.543]They cuffed me up, fucked me up, brought me to the precinct
[02:02.287]Ain't feedin me all weekend, all I was doin was thinkin
[02:05.219]I blew trial (Damn!) and they threw the book at me and I'm still readin
[02:08.792]You could hear the stories over and over in the hood
[02:11.373]Got to live to regret, if I could take it back I would
[02:14.174]We planned to be like this, we both dead
[02:16.853]I hung it up cuz I couldn't hold my head
[02:19.603](Superb)Yo, these streets is terrible son!
[02:24.694]We do the same shit in my projects
[02:27.199]Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime
[02:30.311]In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes
[02:32.750]Some used to snort dimes and do stick-ups dunn!
[02:35.889]We do the same shit in my projects
[02:37.680]Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime
[02:41.086]In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes
[02:43.646]Some used to snort dimes and do stick-ups dunn!
[02:48.373]For real, crime, without that we all be starvin