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Crime Story Lyrics

Artist: DMX
Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot

Who is this I see?
Comin' through it's like 3
On the a.m.
I'ma rob this nigga
When I'm done
I'ma slay 'im
For bein' stupid
Like comin' through
After 1 or 2
And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to yeah
That's what I'll do
Foolish niggaz learn the hard way
And I teach 'em
Be in the wrong place at the wrong time
And I reach 'em
Like take a stand niggaz test you
When yo gun goes off
So I keep 'em scatterin' like roaches
When the light comes on
>From night 'til dawn
Right from wrong
Oh no way
357 slugs wit' a snub nose trey-8
Settin' all them issues straight
Squashin' all beefs
To the point where the police
Flockin' all streets
They got me trapped off in a buildin'
You know how dat go
I stay fuckin' wit' a hood rat
'Til I run up in a rap ho
Go through the hall way
See police, face to face
But bein' I'm tellin' you the story
Means I caught another piece
It's either you or me
And more than likely
It's gon' be you, then me
Feel me yo
Day 2 of the saga
This fuckin' drama, continues
I'm wakin' up like every 2 hours
Lookin' out my windows
Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door
Just in case
They wanna bust in I'll bust them
And I'm gunnin' for the face
What a waste of potential
Is what my teachers used to tell me
'You can always get a job'
That weak shit they tried to sell me
Got me nowhere but broke and
Fucked up in the game
But now I got a name
And niggaz know my name
Knock at the door
'Police, we're lookin' for a man
Who killed a couple of cops last night
And the reward is 10 grand'
I play like a bitch
It's just me here, and I'm not dressed
And that guy sounds kinda dangerous
I hope you make an arrest
That was a close one
Now I know I gotta get outta, the city
'Cuz I'm hotta then lava
I'll holla tomorro'
Hit my dog on the horn he like
'Fuck you done did?
They done ran up in my crib nigga
Pattin' down my kid'
Put the harness on the dog
Load up the weapons
Murder's on my mind
No half-steppin'
Mother fuckers want war
You can get it
'Cuz I'm tired of runnin'
Remember me as the nigga that
Died gunnin'
Kamikaze mission
C-4 strapped to the chest
Run up in that joint raw dog
Fuck the vest
They can keep theirs
Because it won't be the slugs
That'll kill 'em
It'll be the raw o' the C-4
'Cuz I'm bringin' down the building
When I go
I'm takin' a bunch of the mother fuckers wit' me
I aint sittin' around
Waitin' for them faggot niggaz to come and get me
I'll bring it to 'em
Service wit' a smile
What nigga?
Didn't know a dog wit' rabies
Was in the cut nigga?
But now that you finally findin' out
What this shit means
I'm at the precinct
On 116th
Run up in there open up my jacket
You mother fuckers lookin' for me?
Well here I am
Now you comin' wit' me

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