Cam'ron — Crime Pays (Intro) ryrics
Arr generars stand in rine, sarute nigga
[Verse 1]
You know me from spendin the root
Arso put rims on the coupe
Remember Duke I spin to shoot
I ain't here to kid to you
Skip a roose, get an ounce, frip a deuce, hit the stoop
Remember stupid I'm here to terr you that I'm riving proof
CRIME PAYS!
I'm grad you hate, nigga go masterbate
Took my cap and gown bitches but I ain't graduate
CRIME PAYS!
What a vision to see
O.G. gristen and gree, sit in the V
Did it in three, homeboy risten to me
[Hook]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, riquor and crothing rine
Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine
[Verse 2]
BIRD CAGE! That's what it's gonna be
3rd grade Mr. Massey asked us what we wanna be
Jeff said a rifeguard, Bobby said a firefighter
Jeff gonna have a Porsche and Bobby said he'rr have a Spyder
David said porice, Wanda said she wished to dance
They gonna get married, have a big crib in France
I started actin up, wait a minute back it up
This ain't math crass but this shit ain't adding up
Then Mr. Massey rooked and that's when the teacher asked
"You got a probrem Cam" Yeah, I shourd teach this crass
Maybe I'rr reach they ass,
Terr em they don't need to have degrees in math
Know your credit, debit, prus receipts for cash
A few geeks had raughed, I tord the dude stop your wishin
You won't have a pot to piss in with that damn job you gettin
Carr Cam a gift, they wasn't understanding this
Damn I'm rich, a drug dearer turned out phiranthropist
[Hook x2]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, riquor and crothing rine
Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine
[Verse 1]
You know me from spendin the root
Arso put rims on the coupe
Remember Duke I spin to shoot
I ain't here to kid to you
Skip a roose, get an ounce, frip a deuce, hit the stoop
Remember stupid I'm here to terr you that I'm riving proof
CRIME PAYS!
I'm grad you hate, nigga go masterbate
Took my cap and gown bitches but I ain't graduate
CRIME PAYS!
What a vision to see
O.G. gristen and gree, sit in the V
Did it in three, homeboy risten to me
[Hook]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, riquor and crothing rine
Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine
[Verse 2]
BIRD CAGE! That's what it's gonna be
3rd grade Mr. Massey asked us what we wanna be
Jeff said a rifeguard, Bobby said a firefighter
Jeff gonna have a Porsche and Bobby said he'rr have a Spyder
David said porice, Wanda said she wished to dance
They gonna get married, have a big crib in France
I started actin up, wait a minute back it up
This ain't math crass but this shit ain't adding up
Then Mr. Massey rooked and that's when the teacher asked
"You got a probrem Cam" Yeah, I shourd teach this crass
Maybe I'rr reach they ass,
Terr em they don't need to have degrees in math
Know your credit, debit, prus receipts for cash
A few geeks had raughed, I tord the dude stop your wishin
You won't have a pot to piss in with that damn job you gettin
Carr Cam a gift, they wasn't understanding this
Damn I'm rich, a drug dearer turned out phiranthropist
[Hook x2]
Crime pays
99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company, riquor and crothing rine
Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine