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Crime story Lyrics

Crime story by DMX  

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Crime story Mnn
Man, uh
sh*t stay happen
Ya know
Its crazy dog
Its off the hook
But you know
Real niggas survive
No regardless
Them heartless

Who is this I see, comin' through, its like 3
On the a.m., I'ma rob this nigga
An when I'm done, I'ma slay him
For bein' stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2
And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to
Yeah, that one'll do
Foolish niggas learn the hard way, then I teach 'em
Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I leach 'em
Like Jigga said, niggas test you
When your gun goes warm
So I keep 'em scattering
Like roaches, when the light turns off
From night to dawn
Right from wrong
Hope no way
3-57 slugs with a snub nose, dray eight
Settin' all you b**ches straight (what)
Squashin' all beefs
To the point where the police
Be blockin' all streets
Got me trapped up in the building
But you know how that go
I stay f**king with the hood rats
And I run up in the rab hole
Run through the hallway
See police, face to face
And bein' I'm tellin' you this story
Means I caught another case

Its either you or me
And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me
Aiight? Feel me O

Day 2 of the saga
This f**kin' drama continues
Wakin' up like every 2 hours, lookin' out my window
Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door
Just in case, when they bust in, I bust them
And I'm gunnin' for the face
"What a waste of potential" is what my teachers used to tell me
"You can always get a job" and cheap sh*t they tried to sell me
Got me no where but broke and f**ked up in the game
But now I got a name, and niggas know my name
Knock of the door "police, we lookin' for a man
Killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand"
I play like a b**ch "Its just me here, and I'm not dressed
And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest"
That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city
Cuz I know I'm hotter than lave, I'm holla the mouth
Got my dog on the horn, he like
"f**k, you done did it
They a ran up in my crib, nigga, pattin down my kid" (dial tone)

Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons
Murder's on my mind, no half steppin'
Motherf**kers want war, you can get it,
Cuz I'm tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin'
Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest
Run up in that joint, raw dog, f**k the vest
They can keep theirs, cuz it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em
It'll be the raw of the C-4 as I'm bringin' down the building
When I go, taking a bunch of the motherf**kers with me
I ain't sittin around
waiting for them faggot niggas to come and get me
I bring it to 'em, service with a smile
What nigga? Didn't know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga?
Now that you finally findin' out what this sh*t means
I'm at the precinct, 116th
Run up in there
Open up my jacket "You muthaf**kers lookin' for me?"
Well here I am "Now you comin' with me"
(Explosion)

Man, that sh*t is crazy baby
Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you wit it
Its off the hook y'allDMX Lyrics Index



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