Crime Pays Lyrics - T.i.p. - Young Buck

(Young Buck) 

State to state, slippin slate nigga 

This for the block nigga 

E'ry nigga out there who God damnit 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 niggaz flip birds 

Y'all know the gangsta, lil' young nigga 

Who thugged out all night on the curb, came up from a GRAM 

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And bitch I got 'em warrin for 10-5, the new nigga 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 niggaz 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 bitches on the road 

First nigga 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 shit ain't punk shit, long as I get mine 

And we can get down to shine, no more sellin them dimes 

Put 20's on our rides, fuck hoes with thick thighs 

Then maybe you can see, how it is to be rich 

You ain't heard about a nigga? I be servin them bricks 

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(Chorus) 

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 nigga a thang, 'bout mine he won't complain 

Conversation rule the nation, y'all niggaz 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 nigga '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 niggaz blind is the way I'ma play the game 

Gotta respect my mind and if you don't you still payin 

(Chorus) 

(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 fuckin role model 

Besides people down in hell still want ice water 

Now how you livin nigga? When hard times come 

can you stand prison nigga, 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 nigga {edited} in his face 

Since 12 I had a triple beam servin them cakes 

(Chorus)