Crime Stories (interlude) Lyrics - Killah Priest

{*thunder & lightning*} 

[Intro: Killah Priest] 

Crime, Crime Stories (Will someone help me?) 

Crime Stories (Someone help me) 

Crime Stories (I'm dyin) 

Crime Stories 

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[Killah Priest] 

The mobster, long coat and brim hat, staggered in the rain 

Fallin, load the .38, breathin heavy, beneath a window pane 

Sideways from cop cars {*cop sirens*}, echoes through his ears 

And the rain blended with his tears, heart full of fear 

He's exhausted from the loss of blood, his head is drowsy 

He thought to his self, "Damn, all the fake niggas around me" 

So he fought off a thug, breathin heavy 

With the weapon in his hand that he held was deadly 

His face was sweaty 

Damn, what you do when you at the door of life and death? 

Plus you staggered 22 blocks, with a bullet in your chest 

Plus you soakin wet 

You might catch pneumonia, suddenly you smelt smell death's foul aroma 

It burnt his nose hairs like ammonia 

He inhaled deep then fell asleep 

Opened his eyes in Hell 

Where he saw every nigga he made the sale 

Every crack addict with a bad habit 

Every drug users and every needle abuser 

Never knew he worked for Lucifer 

He shut his eyes and opened them again (Yo) 

But still, he was there with the fire and brimstone 

This is your home (Uh-oh), that's it, end of poem 

(Help me! AGGGH! HELP! {*smacking sound*} HELP!) 

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