Crime Pays Lyrics by Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

Crime Pays Lyrics

    The umm, security we have here today
    Not the open security
    The ones, that that really sittin there
    And really think, we don't know who they are!

    "now that's funky" (4x)

    [kool g. rap]
    Crime don't pay, that's what they tell us
    But that's because the other motherfuckers gettin jealous
    But i'ma tell you this, they neighborhood got the goodfellas
    But they come arrest us for the same shit they sell us
    Cause they don't want to see a young black nigga rollin
    Inside a nice car, nice kit, without the shit bein stolen
    So they come and lock a nigga up
    Meanwhile some corrupt, politician nigga is makin bigger bucks
    Niggaz gettin blamed for the crystals; but we don't grow
    The motherfuckin coke or weed or make the fuckin pistols
    Niggaz ain't tryin to live in poverty
    And a black man's lottery's a motherfuckin robbery
    So yo you gotta make your best
    Make a small investment and then put it to the test ("i know!")
    Yes, cause the other motherfuckers gettin over
    Police don't look at a white man strange drivin a range rover
    Carrying shit like it's minerals
    The big dollar white dollar suit and tie criminals
    Even the government figures
    Sellin shit to the motherfuckin columbians and rich niggaz
    Crime isn't time from the brothers
    Hey you say it don't pay, it's payin white motherfuckers
    It all depends on how you do your shit
    Cause either learn it quick intelligent and that's it
    ("i beg your pardon?") you're well fittin
    Fuck workin for a bastard
    I gotta see that money before my ass sees a casket
    Get paid, motherfuck a raise
    Cause to all them improper crooked coppers, crime pays

    "jack you motherfuckers" (2x)
    "wake up and go for what you know.."
    "everybody's got to make a living"
    "boy i'm trying to make me some.. money!!"

    [kool g. rap]
    Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze
    But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin by with twenty ki's
    Because they came up with a law
    To keep the rich motherfuckers rich and the poor motherfuckers poor
    We take the cake you get the crumbs
    Stackin up a package of cracks, to sell to blacks in the slums
    Guns are bein sold over the counter
    And you wonder why your daughter's head was slaughtered when they found her
    Why did he have to shoot the bitch
    But the bitch i mean the witch just had to switch
    To make the nigga richie rich
    Yeah, so i'm throwin you the phrase
    Believe me when i tell you motherfuckin crime pays

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