Crime Saga Lyrics
| Song | Crime Saga |
| Artist | Shabazz the Disciple |
| Album | The Book of Shabazz (Hidden Scrollz) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bess, Collins, Dubs | |
| Yo it's that choco shit, esta loco shit | |
| Straight up Carlo's best shit | |
| Niggas wear vests shit, hey yo | |
| It's a Red Hook crime saga | |
| The names was changed to protect the guilty | |
| [1st verse] | |
| Yo shorty was used to bein jiggy | |
| But then he fell off and did a bid for smackin this kid up in the city | |
| Sittin pretty, pimpin the act and kept a stack on him | |
| Pulled over one night and his man stashed wax on him | |
| See he was wanted and his man started flippin on him | |
| His mind was on it cause the law put a grippin on him | |
| Shorty was feared and respected, known for slappin niggas | |
| And strippin em, make em walk around the projects butt-naked | |
| Nigga remind me of the goodfellas | |
| But deep down his stick mens wanted to knock him off cause they was jealous | |
| They made a deal and got him bagged, shit was foul | |
| They got the manslaughter cause they knew he wouldn't lose the trial | |
| Niggas was schemin all along and got acquitted on him | |
| His girl and his man broke in the safe and then shitted on him | |
| And now they livin the fast life and he's hittin that ass right | |
| And gotta look to the glass pipe | |
| [Chorus] | |
| The game never change only the players | |
| Some inherit castles and thrones, some end up deathbed layers | |
| Victims of the system stripped mentally | |
| Hit with 25 to life on a death penalty | |
| [2nd verse] | |
| Six months without a visit now he's gettin worried | |
| He pull stink and yankin niggas for that commissary | |
| Been down without, came home and still wanted that nigga dead | |
| Got on the scene and put rewards out on a nigga head | |
| Runnin to spots, it was hot so he fled out of state | |
| Cause he's out on parole and his P.O.'s dyin to violate | |
| His world is narrow, he's peril cause he's gonna run | |
| Walkin in a buildin with his back against the door holdin his gun | |
| One in the pipe ready to spank somethin | |
| Cuttin grams with his man holdin the plate ready to shank somethin | |
| See now he's gettin major money | |
| Throwin bricks and niggas in his click started actin funny | |
| He startin sniffin, gettin high off his own supply | |
| Shorty was slippin and his ass was about to die | |
| Pimped his workers, made em wear high heels and a skirt | |
| Now they schemin to put his ten percent ass in the dirt | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [3rd verse] | |
| He worked his way up from grime | |
| And scrapin hand to hand on the block and slignin rocks on consignment | |
| He got plugged and now he's jugglin bricks and movin weight | |
| And bubblin gats and trafficin big eights out of the state | |
| Faked his death and ducked the feds | |
| But little do they know that his ex had put a price out on his ****in head | |
| One night she plugged him to a pick up | |
| She's supposed to pick a brick up | |
| She led him right into a ****in stick up | |
| His world was spinnin fast, the walls of hell were closin in | |
| He knew that death was on his ass with adversaries and foes again | |
| A hundred grand in the truck, look out for Chris tho | |
| He was asleep, that nigga in the back seat packed a pistol | |
| He put 2 in his Kangol and twist his wig back | |
| Yanked the suitcase out the trunk, **** the snake basket | |
| Left him slumped over the wheel with his wig peeled | |
| Brains on the dashboard and blood all over the windshield | |
| I watched him lay on his deathbed with a swollen head | |
| Waitin for his heart to stop cause he was braindead | |
| Angel of death was waitin by his bedside | |
| He jerked around the next morning and then a tear ran down his left eye | |
| Six men carried his coffin and put him six feet in the ground | |
| While I stood six feet over in a black suit lookin down | |
| Thinkin why was I chose to survive and bear these memories | |
| ****in with that dirty game death is always the penalty | |
| Word, yo rest in peace my brother Rod, Grumpy, Junior, Hearn | |
| YouknowI'msayin Jus, Jeffrey and my man Steve-o | |
| They all was shot in the head | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Bess, Collins, Dubs | |
| Yo it' s that choco shit, esta loco shit | |
| Straight up Carlo' s best shit | |
| Niggas wear vests shit, hey yo | |
| It' s a Red Hook crime saga | |
| The names was changed to protect the guilty | |
| [1st verse] | |
| Yo shorty was used to bein jiggy | |
| But then he fell off and did a bid for smackin this kid up in the city | |
| Sittin pretty, pimpin the act and kept a stack on him | |
| Pulled over one night and his man stashed wax on him | |
| See he was wanted and his man started flippin on him | |
| His mind was on it cause the law put a grippin on him | |
| Shorty was feared and respected, known for slappin niggas | |
| And strippin em, make em walk around the projects buttnaked | |
| Nigga remind me of the goodfellas | |
| But deep down his stick mens wanted to knock him off cause they was jealous | |
| They made a deal and got him bagged, shit was foul | |
| They got the manslaughter cause they knew he wouldn' t lose the trial | |
| Niggas was schemin all along and got acquitted on him | |
| His girl and his man broke in the safe and then shitted on him | |
| And now they livin the fast life and he' s hittin that ass right | |
| And gotta look to the glass pipe | |
| Chorus | |
| The game never change only the players | |
| Some inherit castles and thrones, some end up deathbed layers | |
| Victims of the system stripped mentally | |
| Hit with 25 to life on a death penalty | |
| [2nd verse] | |
| Six months without a visit now he' s gettin worried | |
| He pull stink and yankin niggas for that commissary | |
| Been down without, came home and still wanted that nigga dead | |
| Got on the scene and put rewards out on a nigga head | |
| Runnin to spots, it was hot so he fled out of state | |
| Cause he' s out on parole and his P. O.' s dyin to violate | |
| His world is narrow, he' s peril cause he' s gonna run | |
| Walkin in a buildin with his back against the door holdin his gun | |
| One in the pipe ready to spank somethin | |
| Cuttin grams with his man holdin the plate ready to shank somethin | |
| See now he' s gettin major money | |
| Throwin bricks and niggas in his click started actin funny | |
| He startin sniffin, gettin high off his own supply | |
| Shorty was slippin and his ass was about to die | |
| Pimped his workers, made em wear high heels and a skirt | |
| Now they schemin to put his ten percent ass in the dirt | |
| Chorus | |
| [3rd verse] | |
| He worked his way up from grime | |
| And scrapin hand to hand on the block and slignin rocks on consignment | |
| He got plugged and now he' s jugglin bricks and movin weight | |
| And bubblin gats and trafficin big eights out of the state | |
| Faked his death and ducked the feds | |
| But little do they know that his ex had put a price out on his in head | |
| One night she plugged him to a pick up | |
| She' s supposed to pick a brick up | |
| She led him right into a in stick up | |
| His world was spinnin fast, the walls of hell were closin in | |
| He knew that death was on his ass with adversaries and foes again | |
| A hundred grand in the truck, look out for Chris tho | |
| He was asleep, that nigga in the back seat packed a pistol | |
| He put 2 in his Kangol and twist his wig back | |
| Yanked the suitcase out the trunk, the snake basket | |
| Left him slumped over the wheel with his wig peeled | |
| Brains on the dashboard and blood all over the windshield | |
| I watched him lay on his deathbed with a swollen head | |
| Waitin for his heart to stop cause he was braindead | |
| Angel of death was waitin by his bedside | |
| He jerked around the next morning and then a tear ran down his left eye | |
| Six men carried his coffin and put him six feet in the ground | |
| While I stood six feet over in a black suit lookin down | |
| Thinkin why was I chose to survive and bear these memories | |
| in with that dirty game death is always the penalty | |
| Word, yo rest in peace my brother Rod, Grumpy, Junior, Hearn | |
| YouknowI' msayin Jus, Jeffrey and my man Steveo | |
| They all was shot in the head | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Bess, Collins, Dubs | |
| Yo it' s that choco shit, esta loco shit | |
| Straight up Carlo' s best shit | |
| Niggas wear vests shit, hey yo | |
| It' s a Red Hook crime saga | |
| The names was changed to protect the guilty | |
| [1st verse] | |
| Yo shorty was used to bein jiggy | |
| But then he fell off and did a bid for smackin this kid up in the city | |
| Sittin pretty, pimpin the act and kept a stack on him | |
| Pulled over one night and his man stashed wax on him | |
| See he was wanted and his man started flippin on him | |
| His mind was on it cause the law put a grippin on him | |
| Shorty was feared and respected, known for slappin niggas | |
| And strippin em, make em walk around the projects buttnaked | |
| Nigga remind me of the goodfellas | |
| But deep down his stick mens wanted to knock him off cause they was jealous | |
| They made a deal and got him bagged, shit was foul | |
| They got the manslaughter cause they knew he wouldn' t lose the trial | |
| Niggas was schemin all along and got acquitted on him | |
| His girl and his man broke in the safe and then shitted on him | |
| And now they livin the fast life and he' s hittin that ass right | |
| And gotta look to the glass pipe | |
| Chorus | |
| The game never change only the players | |
| Some inherit castles and thrones, some end up deathbed layers | |
| Victims of the system stripped mentally | |
| Hit with 25 to life on a death penalty | |
| [2nd verse] | |
| Six months without a visit now he' s gettin worried | |
| He pull stink and yankin niggas for that commissary | |
| Been down without, came home and still wanted that nigga dead | |
| Got on the scene and put rewards out on a nigga head | |
| Runnin to spots, it was hot so he fled out of state | |
| Cause he' s out on parole and his P. O.' s dyin to violate | |
| His world is narrow, he' s peril cause he' s gonna run | |
| Walkin in a buildin with his back against the door holdin his gun | |
| One in the pipe ready to spank somethin | |
| Cuttin grams with his man holdin the plate ready to shank somethin | |
| See now he' s gettin major money | |
| Throwin bricks and niggas in his click started actin funny | |
| He startin sniffin, gettin high off his own supply | |
| Shorty was slippin and his ass was about to die | |
| Pimped his workers, made em wear high heels and a skirt | |
| Now they schemin to put his ten percent ass in the dirt | |
| Chorus | |
| [3rd verse] | |
| He worked his way up from grime | |
| And scrapin hand to hand on the block and slignin rocks on consignment | |
| He got plugged and now he' s jugglin bricks and movin weight | |
| And bubblin gats and trafficin big eights out of the state | |
| Faked his death and ducked the feds | |
| But little do they know that his ex had put a price out on his in head | |
| One night she plugged him to a pick up | |
| She' s supposed to pick a brick up | |
| She led him right into a in stick up | |
| His world was spinnin fast, the walls of hell were closin in | |
| He knew that death was on his ass with adversaries and foes again | |
| A hundred grand in the truck, look out for Chris tho | |
| He was asleep, that nigga in the back seat packed a pistol | |
| He put 2 in his Kangol and twist his wig back | |
| Yanked the suitcase out the trunk, the snake basket | |
| Left him slumped over the wheel with his wig peeled | |
| Brains on the dashboard and blood all over the windshield | |
| I watched him lay on his deathbed with a swollen head | |
| Waitin for his heart to stop cause he was braindead | |
| Angel of death was waitin by his bedside | |
| He jerked around the next morning and then a tear ran down his left eye | |
| Six men carried his coffin and put him six feet in the ground | |
| While I stood six feet over in a black suit lookin down | |
| Thinkin why was I chose to survive and bear these memories | |
| in with that dirty game death is always the penalty | |
| Word, yo rest in peace my brother Rod, Grumpy, Junior, Hearn | |
| YouknowI' msayin Jus, Jeffrey and my man Steveo | |
| They all was shot in the head | |
| Chorus |
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