Don't Do the Crime

[Intro: Cavie Talking] True crime in the streets of L.A Active Vision, Bomb Squad makin' it Whattup?, we're on the way ----] Quote from a previous record [Hook: KAM] Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time Stay, pushin' the line in the pen' all the time Play, your game for keeps, not for fun All alone with your peeps, so One-On-One Cause I, don't do the crime, if I can't do the time I stay, pushin' the line in the pen' all the time I Play, the game for keeps, not for fun All alone with my peeps, so One-On-One [Verse 1: KAM] This is the game where everybody in traffic hates you So it's rated in, why?, due to the drastic nature State your nickname, hood game, rank your business Before we move, your body's stinkin, you can't get a witness So who they take that business, it's passin' at the door If your name is on my shootlist, then you got to go Cross my path, you gonn kick a bloodbath in the mud Now, I slug half for your mug, that truck spits hub caps Wild shots and beach heat Hot rocks on every block, cold killers on each street Danger on every corner, scum at every turn Some pressure is heavy on you, you put some, just never learnt What the S.C. mean, so it's best that I warn you The South Centrol, straight Compton, is other Kila-fornia Survival Class, I thought you knew it Crime is the order of the day and we stay true to it [Hook: KAM] [Verse 2: Cavie] Yeah, it's the true crime, in the streets of L.A. (*Helicopter Propeller Turning*) I got my twin .45, (*Gun Cocked*) cocked, ready for gun play Catch me downtown, bustin' off rounds Layin' suckers down, this is how I get down Face down on the hot hood, cops are no good (*Sample of Police Sirens*) Catch me runnin' from the police on my way back to the hood Snatchin' suckers out their hatchbags, peelin' caps back Like.. Bang Bang (*2 Gun Shots*) Shake their knee Kanes Smashin' through the city in car, burnin' rubber like.. UAAAHHHHH (*Tyres screechhing on the Asphalt*) Bustin' the automatic, in traffic I'm causin' havic It's madness but I'm still classic Cause it's crime in the City, damn, and this game is so cold Dealin' with the gangs and the law You can knock through your ball, if you run up tryin' to bold S.C. - Survival Class, I thought you knew it Cause crime is the order of the day, and we stay true to it [Hook: KAM] [Verse 3: Cold 187Um] Yo, I said don't do the crime, if you can't do the time If you ain't down for the gun play, stay the fuck out the way I'm a true rider, from the streets of L.A Doin' licks, gettin' chips, ev'ry mothafuckin' day In the Rag-Six-Tre, hittin' back the streets in sought I want to show you bitch ass police that I can't be caught Lead you the crossed up to stuck, and left without a clue This is an everyday thing that a G like me go true OOOOOOOhhhh [Verse 4: KM.G] Drinkin' and drivin' in a mission through the Eastside Sip a bear, smokin' good in a G-Ride See, I'm always in the mix, gat ready for a twist I got a gang of CDs, y'all niggas ain't servin' shit I can hit you with the .40 Glock Unload the Desert Eagle, and through the block See, the baddest nigga, you ever saw Yeah, this nigga's game be Above the Law [Hook: KAM] [Cavie] Yeah, true crime in the streets of L.A Ha, what you know about that? Ha, runnin' from Knee Kane, you know what I'm sayin? Bend the corners on through the westside, Dun You know what I'm sayin? The Survive squad, Fort Knocks What's up Kris? Ha, yeah, what up Cleareyed? Yeah, ha ha, yeah [Cold 187Um] True crime, in the streets, in the streets [Cavie] Of L.A Aiy, I'll see you, nigga I'll see you out there, nigga Uh, but you can't get me Ugh, cause I'm out, cause I'm out (*Echoes*)