Lyric Crime Story
Who is this I see?
Comin through it s like 3
On the a.m.
I ma rob this nigga
When I m done
I ma slay im
For bein stupid
Like comin through
After 1 or 2
And havin a gun that he couldn t get to yeah
That s what I ll do
Foolish niggaz learn the hard way
And I teach em
Be in the wrong place at the wrong time
And I reach em
Like take a stand niggaz test you
When yo gun goes off
So I keep em scatterin like roaches
When the light comes on
>From night til dawn
Right from wrong
Oh no way
357 slugs wit a snub nose trey-8
Settin all them issues straight
Squashin all beefs
To the point where the police
Flockin all streets
They got me trapped off in a buildin
You know how dat go
I stay fuckin wit a hood rat
Til I run up in a rap ho
Go through the hall way
See police, face to face
But bein I m tellin you the story
Means I caught another piece
It s either you or me
And more than likely
It s gon be you, then me
Feel me yo
Day 2 of the saga
This fuckin drama, continues
I m wakin up like every 2 hours
Lookin out my windows
Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door
Just in case
They wanna bust in I ll 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
That weak shit they tried to sell me
Got me nowhere but broke and
Fucked up in the game
But now I got a name
And niggaz know my name
Knock at the door
Police, we re lookin for a man
Who killed a couple of cops last night
And the reward is 10 grand
I play like a bitch
It s 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 m hotta then lava
I ll holla tomorro
Hit my dog on the horn he like
Fuck you done did?
They done ran up in my crib nigga
Pattin down my kid
Put the harness on the dog
Load up the weapons
Murder s on my mind
No half-steppin
Mother fuckers want war
You can get it
Cuz I m tired of runnin
Remember me as the nigga that
Died gunnin
Kamikaze mission
C-4 strapped to the chest
Run up in that joint raw dog
Fuck the vest
They can keep theirs
Because it won t be the slugs
That ll kill em
It ll be the raw o the C-4
Cuz I m bringin down the building
When I go
I m takin a bunch of the mother fuckers wit me
I aint sittin around
Waitin for them faggot niggaz to come and get me
I ll bring it to em
Service wit a smile
What nigga?
Didn t know a dog wit rabies
Was in the cut nigga?
But now that you finally findin out
What this shit means
I m at the precinct
On 116th
Run up in there open up my jacket
You mother fuckers lookin for me?
Well here I am
Now you comin wit me
Comin through it s like 3
On the a.m.
I ma rob this nigga
When I m done
I ma slay im
For bein stupid
Like comin through
After 1 or 2
And havin a gun that he couldn t get to yeah
That s what I ll do
Foolish niggaz learn the hard way
And I teach em
Be in the wrong place at the wrong time
And I reach em
Like take a stand niggaz test you
When yo gun goes off
So I keep em scatterin like roaches
When the light comes on
>From night til dawn
Right from wrong
Oh no way
357 slugs wit a snub nose trey-8
Settin all them issues straight
Squashin all beefs
To the point where the police
Flockin all streets
They got me trapped off in a buildin
You know how dat go
I stay fuckin wit a hood rat
Til I run up in a rap ho
Go through the hall way
See police, face to face
But bein I m tellin you the story
Means I caught another piece
It s either you or me
And more than likely
It s gon be you, then me
Feel me yo
Day 2 of the saga
This fuckin drama, continues
I m wakin up like every 2 hours
Lookin out my windows
Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door
Just in case
They wanna bust in I ll 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
That weak shit they tried to sell me
Got me nowhere but broke and
Fucked up in the game
But now I got a name
And niggaz know my name
Knock at the door
Police, we re lookin for a man
Who killed a couple of cops last night
And the reward is 10 grand
I play like a bitch
It s 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 m hotta then lava
I ll holla tomorro
Hit my dog on the horn he like
Fuck you done did?
They done ran up in my crib nigga
Pattin down my kid
Put the harness on the dog
Load up the weapons
Murder s on my mind
No half-steppin
Mother fuckers want war
You can get it
Cuz I m tired of runnin
Remember me as the nigga that
Died gunnin
Kamikaze mission
C-4 strapped to the chest
Run up in that joint raw dog
Fuck the vest
They can keep theirs
Because it won t be the slugs
That ll kill em
It ll be the raw o the C-4
Cuz I m bringin down the building
When I go
I m takin a bunch of the mother fuckers wit me
I aint sittin around
Waitin for them faggot niggaz to come and get me
I ll bring it to em
Service wit a smile
What nigga?
Didn t know a dog wit rabies
Was in the cut nigga?
But now that you finally findin out
What this shit means
I m at the precinct
On 116th
Run up in there open up my jacket
You mother fuckers lookin for me?
Well here I am
Now you comin wit me
