Crime Life Lyrics

Crime Life lyrics

(DJ Clue)

 The Professional

 Part Two

 Coming real soon!

 New shit!  Crime life!

 Memph Bleek!

 Cease!

 Ja!

 

 (Memphis Bleek)

 Nigga, picture me hot, then picture me not

 In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops

 I know every basehead from here to the wasteland

 With keys, and connects me and Cease ???

 Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?

 My razors?  20 dollars, here's a case of four

 You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at

 Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat

 You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!)

 You know the game and this life, what this thug about

 One of the last real niggas trying to get in the game

 But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid

 You feel me?  Niggas spending ??? for the jewelry

 Then run around frontin like they money is filthy

 I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?

 I had coke for too long, I supply that boat

 

 [Chorus] (Ja Rule)

 This life we gon' live it up

 When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up

 Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up

 Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up  (Repeat x2)

 Crime life!

 

 (Lil' Cease)

 Yo, yo!

 When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor

 Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all

 Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit him some more

 I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer

 Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets

 I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets

 He wants them big things like them ?Tits? and ?Dolly Partons?

 Got mad bodies, ?Roy is hotter than Cochran?

 Besides niggas albums, a lot about dropping

 Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping

 We don't stop, we drop, shut it down

 Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun 'em down

 Now, you want war?  Fuck guns, bring grenades

 Fuck all you sons thats dockin that shade

 Niggas be fronting, acting like they in Hollyhood

 I catch a nigga slipping I'm popping two in his hood

 

 [Chorus] (Ja Rule)

 This life we gon' live it up

 When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up

 Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up

 Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up  (Repeat x2)

 Crime life!

 

 (Ja Rule)

 Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up niggas

 Time's up niggas, line up niggas

 For the K-I, double L, E-R, Murdera

 Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form

 I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms

 When the god ??? ??? ???

 The game is me, cause the game I eat breathe sleep

 Wake up, conceal the heat and throw a blade in my cheek

 Hit the streets, ?hands in the mind?, toes hands and the nine

 The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-pies, ??? she lies Niggas stepped
on, by the way and still getting slept on

 What you think?  You _Murdering, Inc._?  Who put you in pink? Perform many
bumps at the brink, you fucking with some hot spitters

 Bear with us or bear witness, live to die, it's on nigga!

 

 [Chorus] (Ja Rule)

 This life we gon' live it up

 When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up

 Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up

 Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up  (Repeat x2)

 Crime life!

 

 (DJ Clue)

 Fresh out!

 Crazy ???!

 Shawn Taylor!

 Hot 97!

 Damion Young!

 Big shout out to fresh Jordan!

 Ellie!

 MTV!

 Irv Gotti!

 Murda, Inc!

 My nigga Ja!

 DJ Clue!

 Desert Storm!

 The Hard Knock Life!

 Backstage y'all!