Vice Lyrics

Vice lyrics

* organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original







(conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse)







Vice (4X)



	You have the right to remain silent



	Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law



	You have the right for an attorney



	If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney



	an attorney will be appointed to you - you are now under arrest







Crime, it pays real nice



But what you really didn't know that crime pays twice



It pays once in money, twice in years



in the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears



And the trip bad, cause you tried to get rich



in the graveyards, or in the shallow ditch



It's money or time so make up your mind







Vice (6X) [Miami!] Vice, Vice 



Vice (6X) [Miami!] Vice, Vice



Vice (6X)







Fraud, the girl he adored



Turned out to be another dirty old broad



Took all the money, told all the lies



I heard she even, slept with other guys



Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two



But every lie she told he knew to be true



He loves his honey, but she loved money



	Vice (6X)



Talk about ya-yo, uhh, it's everywhere you go



They said in Miami it'll never snow



Now it's snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand



It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram



Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry



The air that they breathe the food that they buy



They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie







Vice (6X) [Miami!] vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice [Miami!]



Vice (6X) Vice, Vice



Vice (6X) Vice



Vice (6X)







The mob, a full time job



Known to extort and steal or rob



Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth



And now he's the boss workin for his self



For all the blood money that he did earn



It made him take lives with no concern



But soon he would learn that next is his turn







Prostitution, it's a low down shame



How any girl, would wanna play that game



From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host



But the lady's got a condo out on the coast



She thought that the hole, was better than gold



Now she worked on her back til she got too old



Layin down on the job, has made her a slob, uhh



	Vice (6X)



It's a stickup, so throw your hands in the air



And don't, ah put em down, keep em way up there



Just let me your wallet empty all your pockets



Got a itchy trigger finger and I'm gonna cock it



My eyes got wide as they pulled away



I said, "Who are you the cops?"He began to say



"No I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day... get in the car!"







Homicide is on the rise, and it's no surprise



The bums are in the alleyways tryin to take lives



People burglarize then suicidal criminals are never idle



Court procedures at your leisures eight finger Visas circle seizures



Con man fencer, arson is a trip



Take all the fingerprints, and give him the book



And then hope that the judge don't let him off the hook, uh!







(more variations on the word 'Vice' to the end)