ฟังเพลงCrime Pays

Crime Pays - Kool G Rap

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"

"Now that's funky"

"Now that's funky"

"Now that's funky"

Crime don't pay that's what they tell us

But that's because the other motherf**kers gettin jealous

But I'ma tell you this they neighborhood got the Goodfellas

But they come arrest us for the same sh*t they sell us

Cause they don't want to see a young black ni**a rollin

Inside a nice car nice kit without the sh*t bein stolen

So they come and lock a ni**a up

Meanwhile some corrupt

Politician ni**a is makin bigger bucks

Niggaz gettin blamed for the crystals; but we don't grow

The motherf**kin coke or w**d or make the f**kin pistols

Niggaz ain't tryin to live in poverty

And a black man's lottery's a motherf**kin 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 motherf**kers gettin over

Police don't look at a WHITE MAN strange drivin a Range Rover

Carrying sh*t like it's minerals

The big dollar white dollar suit and tie criminals

Even the government figures

Sellin sh*t to the motherf**kin Columbians and rich niggaz

Crime isn't time from the brothers

Hey you say it don't pay it's payin white motherf**kers

It all depends on how you do your sh*t

Cause either learn it quick intelligent and that's it

("I beg your pardon ") You're well fittin

F**K workin for a bastard

I gotta see that money before my a** sees a casket

Get paid motherf**k a raise

Cause to all them improper crooked coppers crime pays

"Jack you motherf**kers"

"Jack you motherf**kers"

"Wake up and go for what you know "

"Everybody's got to make a living"

"Boy I'm trying to make me some MONEY "

Stop ni**a stop ni**a freeze

But at the same time some old rich f**k

Is drivin by with twenty ki's

Because they came up with a law

To keep the rich motherf**kers rich

And the poor motherf**kers 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 b**ch

But the b**ch I mean the witch just had to switch

To make the ni**a Richie Rich

Yeah so I'm throwin you the phrase

Believe me when I tell you motherf**kin crime pays