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Uhh, uhh |
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Uhh, hey uh hey |
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[Raekwon:] What it is, what it is.. "crime pays in mad ways" |
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[Al' Tariq] |
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Yo, yo, bust it |
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How I was walkind mindin my own biz, here it is |
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I see these two kids bouncin, my way |
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Eyes blood red with venom |
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And somethin tellin me that I best not offend 'em |
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But they don't even know I got this badge |
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that I'm about to flash on that ass like two hits of hash |
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Pass by 'em, eye 'em |
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Peep money on the left got the toast |
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******z ready to roast so I'm ghost |
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Then find another victim so I can jig 'em |
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Act like I'm po'-po', be like YO YO and stick 'em |
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Trick 'em out their currents, them dirty greens |
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And in the process, stoppin all the flow from fiends |
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It's all good cause in my hood it's better, if my baretta |
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give these po' folks some cheddar to the letter |
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A present day - Robin Hood, crime pays in mad ways ****** |
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It's all good |
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[Chorus: x2] |
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[Frank White:] "From here on nothing goes down unless I'm involved" |
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[Raekwon:] "crime pays in mad ways" |
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"No blackjack, no **** deals, no nothing.. |
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[F. White:] You guys got FAT while everybody schtraved on the street" |
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[Raekwon:] "crime pays in mad ways" |
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[Frank White:] "It's my turn.." |
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[Al' Tariq] |
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Aiyyo, I've been checkin these stick-up kids for weeks |
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Seein how they pull they jobs and go trick with freaks |
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I seeks a weakness, in their armor, so I can harm a |
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crimi-nal with top residu-als, I shall be back |
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with exact means to get him |
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Tighten up the grip and let these hollow points hit him |
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Split him, send they whole crew in mad directions |
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Correction, I think I'll make this other selection |
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Their leader, numero un', the top cheese |
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FREEZE! Don't make me have to load up to squeeze ****** |
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I don't mind wettin up yo' type try me you dirty slimy |
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sleazy greasy grimey - where the safe at? |
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That's when he show and prove that he a liar |
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Find and clean the stash and set his ****** crib on fire |
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I'm yo' sire, hittin these crooks to fix my hood |
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Crime pays in mad ways, ****** it's all good |
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[Chorus] |
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[Frank White:] "It's my turn.." |
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[Al' Tariq] |
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Bust it, I'm shoppin Sears for wears that I can put on in Foot Locker |
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For other soles to put my foot on, but right then and, there |
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My vision peeps 'em, to dirty fleece 'em |
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Thinkin nobody sees 'em, boostin |
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So I exhale like Whitney Houston, then start accusin |
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these tricks for their intrusion, exclusin |
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Mr. Al' Tariq from your profits, you better stop it |
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Shorties hold to drop it, or cop it |
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witcha greenbacks I know you're holdin, like the feds |
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Just some high-rollers rollin, I'm told in, your profession |
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money be flowin, but all I'm knowin |
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is my shorties, they keep on growin, so bust it |
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Peep the science here's the plan - I'll be your man |
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Give me what you can |
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Snd I won't ever stop y'all from boostin in my hood |
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Crime pays in mad ways baby it's all good |
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[Chorus] |
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[Frank White:] "It's my turn.." |
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["King of New York" samples and Raekwon scratches ad libbed to fade] |
