Crime Story

[00:01.32] (feat. Superb)
[00:01.67] [Intro: Superb (Shyheim)]
[00:01.86] Yo. yo, yo, yo, yo
[00:05.74] (Crime Story, the title, I gotta get it however, whenever)
[00:12.56] All my niggas know (whoever, wherever) They live the streets
[00:17.11] Never go down! Never go down!
[00:21.16] (Follow me up one time like my man Poppy Da, you know?)
[00:22.88] I'm wit you son! I'm wit you!
[00:24.56] [Shyheim (Superb)]
[00:25.35] Time for some action, it was June first, me and my Co' we ran up
[00:30.13] on a check-casher on Tonka's and raw, I told her
[00:33.44] "Tell it on that, funny with the money cuz the money ain't yours
[00:36.70] We got twenty hostages, I'm ready to die for this!"
[00:39.59] Squig said, "She movin too slow, I'm ready to pop this bitch!"
[00:42.34] Then he shot the bitch, and we had to move quick
[00:44.69] Grab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whip
[00:47.63] Jump started the vehicle, drove a block or two
[00:50.18] Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in blue
[00:52.61] Then I bust a u-turn, you could smell the rubber burn
[00:55.76] I dusted 'em like a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!)
[00:57.85] Went Uptown, slowed down and made a left at the light
[01:00.86] Started flowin, unboared, then she lept (STOP! STOP! STOP!)
[01:03.52] Up in front of 27th warrant, we ran up in the buildin
[01:06.15] Bid with two duffle bags but at least I had it big (We came off!)
[01:09.13] Ran up in the crib, shut the door, the sweat started pourin
[01:12.33] That's when I heard the sirens roarin
[01:14.64] (Yo, fuck the sirens, son we came off, we blastin
[01:16.40] Any nigga come in here we comin through, ah like...)
[01:19.50] [Chorus: Superb]
[01:20.01] We do the same shit in my projects
[01:21.72] Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime
[01:25.13] In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes
[01:28.09] Some used to snort dimes and do robberies
[01:30.48] [Shyheim]
[01:30.97] "Come out with your hands up! We have you surrounded!"
[01:33.85] Heard it over boom-horn, one officer shouted
[01:36.50] I said, "This is it son, is you 'bout it? See you in Hell!"
[01:39.93] Looked my man in the eyes, we started bustin off shells
[01:43.14] Goin all out, backin the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette style
[01:47.96] They got the sharpshooters out, on the project roof
[01:50.59] It's 12 o'clock noon, the old lady yelled, "Don't shoot!"
[01:53.78] Then I heard a shot, my heart stopped
[01:56.00] Then my man dropped, I fucked with the glock
[01:58.49] (Yo, what the fuck?) And got timed by four cops
[01:59.46] They cuffed me up, fucked me up, brought me to the precinct
[02:02.04] Ain't feedin me all weekend, all I was doin was thinkin
[02:05.29] I blew trial (Damn!) and they threw the book at me and I'm still readin
[02:08.69] You could hear the stories over and over in the hood
[02:11.43] Got to live to regret, if I could take it back I would
[02:14.00] We planned to be like this, we both dead
[02:16.96] I hung it up cuz I couldn't hold my head
[02:19.69] (Yo, these streets is terrible son!)
[02:23.98] [Chorus]
[02:36.39] [Chorus 2: Superb]
[02:36.74] We do the same shit in my projects
[02:37.71] Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime
[02:41.21] In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes
[02:43.59] Some used to snort dimes and do stick-ups dunn!
[02:46.41] [Outro: Superb]
[02:47.02] For real, without that we all be starvin
[02:49.90] Crime, without that we all be starvin
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