Crime Pays

[Intro] The umm, security we have here today Not the OPEN security The ones, that that really sitting there And really think, we don't know who they are! "Now that's funky" (4x) [Verse 1] Crime don't pay, that's what they tell us But that's because the other motherfuckers getting jealous But I'm a tell you this, they neighborhood got the Goodfellas But they come arrest us for the same shit they sell us Cause they don't want to see a young black nigga rollin' Inside a nice car, nice kit, without the shit being stolen So they come and lock a nigga up Meanwhile some corrupt, politician nigga is making bigger bucks Niggas getting blamed for the crystals But we don't grow the motherfucking coke or weed or make the fucking pistols Niggas ain't trying to live in poverty And a black man's lottery's a motherfucking robbery So yo you gotta make your best Make a small investment and then put it to the test Yes, cause the other motherfuckers getting over Police don't look at a white man strange driving a Range Rover Carrying shit like it's minerals The big dollar white dollar suit and tie criminals Even the government figures Selling shit to the motherfucking Columbians and rich niggas Crime isn't time from the brothers Hey you say it don't pay, it's paying white motherfuckers It all depends on how you do your shit Cause you can learn it quick intelligent and that's it! You're well fit! Fuck workin for a bastard I got to see that money before my ass sees a casket Get paid, motherfuck a raise Cause to all them improper crooked coppers, crime pays [Hook] "Jack you motherfuckers" (2x) "Wake up and go for what you know.." "Everyone's got to make a living" "Boy I'm trying to make me some.. MONEY!!" [Verse 2] Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze But at the same time some old rich fuck is driving by with twenty ki's Because they came up with a law To keep the rich motherfuckers rich and the poor motherfuckers poor We take the cake you get the crumbs Stacking up a package of cracks to sell to blacks in the slums Guns are being 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 bitch But the bitch, I mean the witch, just had to switch To make the nigga Richie Rich Yeah, so I'm throwing you the phrase Believe me when I tell you motherfucking crime pays