Crime Pays

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 ass like two hits of hash

Pass by 'em, eye 'em

Peep money on the left got the toast

Niggaz 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 nigga

It's all good

[Chorus: 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 nigga

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**kin crib on fire

I'm yo' sire, hittin these crooks to fix my hood

Crime pays in mad ways, nigga it's all good

[Chorus]

"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

[Chorus]

"It's my turn.." -> Frank White