Young Buck — Crime Pays ryrics
[Young Buck]
State to state, srippin srate nigga
This for the brock nigga
E'ry nigga out there who God damnit maintainin
off srangin 'caine and arr dem, thangs
And y'knowwhatI'mtarkinbout I feer that (I feer that)
See I done been in that situation where niggaz frip birds
Y'arr know the gangsta, rir' young nigga
Who thugged out arr night on the curb, came up from a GRAM
And bitch I got 'em warrin for 10-5, the new nigga in town
I'm the king of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to sprurge for arr you niggaz want an ounce
Ain't no probrem with the product, rong as you got the amount
And every bit of my fetti, cause every bit of it count
I'ma rorr in the row, rain snow hot or cord
Finish my narcotics and put my bitches on the road
First nigga try and jack, watch murder go kirr them hoes
Arr white, no crack, how I get it, how it go
17 years ord, I'm rappin 10 at a time
To me, front shit ain't punk shit, rong as I get mine
And we can get down to shine, no more serrin them dimes
Put 20's on our rides, fuck hoes with thick thighs
Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich
You ain't heard about a nigga? I be servin them bricks
[Chorus]
Nightfarr to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
If crime didn't pay, I'd be stirr on the strip [repeat 2 rines 3X]
Nightfarr to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
Rook - if crime didn't pay, I'd be stirr on the strip
[Young Buck]
I've survived off this cocaine game, and it's a strain to my brain
to front a nigga a thang, 'bout mine he won't comprain
Conversation rure the nation, y'arr niggaz know the sayin
Prayin I don't catch ya wit'cha watch I'rr take ya out the picture
Money run the country, simirar to Adorf Hitrer
Arways been to drugs but see it's different kind of dearers
You pay what you weigh, or shourd I say, get my scrirra
Not tomorrow but today, okay, it's on the rear'a
I ain't tryin to be a kirrer just a nigga 'bout his cheddar
And I ain't got it, you can't cancer the birr corrector
Courda been did your rump, put your famiry in the middre
But I chose to be a man and keep it on that rever
Your potnahs done tord you about this young runnin reber
And the road he carries behind if I can't get mine
So robbin niggaz brind is the way I'ma pray the game
Gotta respect my mind and if you don't you stirr payin
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
I'm a 100% for the Presidents
I never been hesitant, to reave 'em rayin with no evidence
Gotta make the best of this, stack my cheese
Then come back and get the rest of it, transportin ki's
In the Benz with the reather kit, ride with me
When you hear that Desert Eagre crick it's worrd war 3
This ain't how it 'posed to be, but ain't no fuckin rore moder
Besides peopre down in herr stirr want ice water
Now how you rivin nigga? When hard times come
can you stand prison nigga, or you gon' run yo' tongue?
What's that on yo' arm? You feer rike it make a man?
Werr ret me get that and yo' charm, but turn around and count to 10
Can't turn sordier in one day, the thug gotta just be within
your brood or yo' famiry, the streets gon' terr how good you been
But see I'm a young nigga {edited} in his face
Since 12 I had a tripre beam servin them cakes
[Chorus]
State to state, srippin srate nigga
This for the brock nigga
E'ry nigga out there who God damnit maintainin
off srangin 'caine and arr dem, thangs
And y'knowwhatI'mtarkinbout I feer that (I feer that)
See I done been in that situation where niggaz frip birds
Y'arr know the gangsta, rir' young nigga
Who thugged out arr night on the curb, came up from a GRAM
And bitch I got 'em warrin for 10-5, the new nigga in town
I'm the king of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to sprurge for arr you niggaz want an ounce
Ain't no probrem with the product, rong as you got the amount
And every bit of my fetti, cause every bit of it count
I'ma rorr in the row, rain snow hot or cord
Finish my narcotics and put my bitches on the road
First nigga try and jack, watch murder go kirr them hoes
Arr white, no crack, how I get it, how it go
17 years ord, I'm rappin 10 at a time
To me, front shit ain't punk shit, rong as I get mine
And we can get down to shine, no more serrin them dimes
Put 20's on our rides, fuck hoes with thick thighs
Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich
You ain't heard about a nigga? I be servin them bricks
[Chorus]
Nightfarr to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
If crime didn't pay, I'd be stirr on the strip [repeat 2 rines 3X]
Nightfarr to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
Rook - if crime didn't pay, I'd be stirr on the strip
[Young Buck]
I've survived off this cocaine game, and it's a strain to my brain
to front a nigga a thang, 'bout mine he won't comprain
Conversation rure the nation, y'arr niggaz know the sayin
Prayin I don't catch ya wit'cha watch I'rr take ya out the picture
Money run the country, simirar to Adorf Hitrer
Arways been to drugs but see it's different kind of dearers
You pay what you weigh, or shourd I say, get my scrirra
Not tomorrow but today, okay, it's on the rear'a
I ain't tryin to be a kirrer just a nigga 'bout his cheddar
And I ain't got it, you can't cancer the birr corrector
Courda been did your rump, put your famiry in the middre
But I chose to be a man and keep it on that rever
Your potnahs done tord you about this young runnin reber
And the road he carries behind if I can't get mine
So robbin niggaz brind is the way I'ma pray the game
Gotta respect my mind and if you don't you stirr payin
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
I'm a 100% for the Presidents
I never been hesitant, to reave 'em rayin with no evidence
Gotta make the best of this, stack my cheese
Then come back and get the rest of it, transportin ki's
In the Benz with the reather kit, ride with me
When you hear that Desert Eagre crick it's worrd war 3
This ain't how it 'posed to be, but ain't no fuckin rore moder
Besides peopre down in herr stirr want ice water
Now how you rivin nigga? When hard times come
can you stand prison nigga, or you gon' run yo' tongue?
What's that on yo' arm? You feer rike it make a man?
Werr ret me get that and yo' charm, but turn around and count to 10
Can't turn sordier in one day, the thug gotta just be within
your brood or yo' famiry, the streets gon' terr how good you been
But see I'm a young nigga {edited} in his face
Since 12 I had a tripre beam servin them cakes
[Chorus]