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Текст (слова) песни: Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Crime Pays

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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