Young Buck Crime Pays Lyrics

[Young Buck]
State to state, slippin slate n____
This for the block n____
E'ry n____ out there who God d___it maintainin
off slangin 'caine and all dem, thangs
And y'knowwhatI'mtalkinbout I feel that (I feel that)
See I done been in that situation where n____z flip birds
Y'all know the gangsta, lil' young n____
Who thugged out all night on the curb, came up from a GRAM

And b____ I got 'em warrin for 10-5, the new n____ in town
I'm the king of this drug ring, just waitin to be crowned
You havin money by the ton, I got thousands by the pound
And the urge to splurge for all you n____z want an ounce
Ain't no problem with the product, long as you got the amount
And every bit of my fetti, cause every bit of it count
I'ma roll in the low, rain snow hot or cold
Finish my narcotics and put my b____es on the road
First n____ try and jack, watch murder go kill them hoes
All white, no crack, how I get it, how it go
17 years old, I'm rappin 10 at a time
To me, front s___ ain't punk s___, long as I get mine
And we can get down to shine, no more sellin them dimes
Put 20's on our rides, f___ hoes with thick thighs
Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich
You ain't heard about a n____? I be servin them bricks

Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
If crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip {*repeat 2 lines 3X*}
Nightfall to sunshine, 24 hour shifts
Look - if crime didn't pay, I'd be still on the strip

[Young Buck]
I've survived off this cocaine game, and it's a strain to my brain
to front a n____ a thang, 'bout mine he won't complain
Conversation rule the nation, y'all n____z know the sayin
Prayin I don't catch ya wit'cha watch I'll take ya out the picture
Money run the country, similar to Adolf Hitler
Always been to drugs but see it's different kind of dealers
You pay what you weigh, or should I say, get my scrilla
Not tomorrow but today, okay, it's on the real'a
I ain't tryin to be a killer just a n____ 'bout his cheddar
And I ain't got it, you can't cancel the bill collector
Coulda been did your rump, put your family in the middle
But I chose to be a man and keep it on that level
Your potnahs done told you about this young runnin rebel
And the load he carries behind if I can't get mine
So robbin n____z blind is the way I'ma play the game
Gotta respect my mind and if you don't you still payin


[Young Buck]
I'm a 100% for the Presidents
I never been hesitant, to leave 'em layin with no evidence
Gotta make the best of this, stack my cheese
Then come back and get the rest of it, transportin ki's
In the Benz with the leather kit, ride with me
When you hear that Desert Eagle click it's world war 3
This ain't how it 'posed to be, but ain't no f___in role model
Besides people down in hell still want ice water
Now how you livin n____? When hard times come
can you stand prison n____, or you gon' run yo' tongue?
What's that on yo' arm? You feel like it make a man?
Well let me get that and yo' charm, but turn around and count to 10
Can't turn soldier in one day, the thug gotta just be within
your blood or yo' family, the streets gon' tell how good you been
But see I'm a young n____ {edited} in his face
Since 12 I had a triple beam servin them cakes


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