Al Tariq - Crime Pays Lyrics

Uhh, uhh uhh, hey uh hey
What it is
What it is "Crime pays in mad ways"

Yo, yo, bust it
How I was walkin' mindin' my own biz
Here it is
I see these two kids bouncin', my way
Eyes blood red with venom
And somethin' tellin' me that I
Best not offend 'em
But they don't even know I got this badge
That I'm about to flash on that
Ass like two hit's of hash
Pass by 'em, eye 'em
Peep money on the left got the toast
Niggas ready to roast so I'm ghost
Then find another victim so I can jig 'em
Act like I'm po'-po'
Be like: "YO YO!" and stick 'em
Trick 'em out their currents
Them dirty greens and in the process
Stoppin' all the flow from fiends
It's all good 'cause in
My hood it's better, if my baretta
Give these po' folks some
Cheddar to the letter
A present day - Robin Hood
Crime pays in mad ways nigga it's all good

"From here on nuthin' goes
Down unless I'm involved"
"Crime pays in mad ways"
"No blackjack, no dope deals, no nuthin'
You guys got FAT while everybody
Starved on the street"
"Crime pays in mad ways"

"It's my turn"

Aiyyo, I've been checkin' these
Stick-up kids for weeks
Seein' how they pull they jobs
And go trick with freaks
I seeks a weakness, in their armor
So I can harm a
Crimi nal with top residu-als
I shall be back with exact means to get him
Tighten up the grip and let
These hollow points hit him split him
Send they whole crew in mad directions
Correction, I think I'll make
This other selection
Their leader, numero un', the top cheese
FREEZE! Don't make me have to
Load up to squeeze nigga
I don't mind wettin' up yo' type
Try me you dirty slimy
Sleazy greasy grimey - where the safe at?
That's when he show and prove that he a liar
Find and clean the stash and set
His fuckin' crib on fire i'm yo' sire
Hittin' these crooks to fix my hood
Crime pays in mad ways, nigga it's all good

"From here on nuthin' goes
Down unless I'm involved"
"Crime pays in mad ways"
"No blackjack, no dope deals, no nuthin'
You guys got FAT while everybody
Starved on the street"
"Crime pays in mad ways" "It's my turn"

Bust it
I'm shoppin' Sears for wears that I
Can put on in Foot Locker
For other soles to put my foot
On, but right then and, there
My vision peeps 'em, to dirty fleece 'em
Thinkin' nobody sees 'em, boostin'
So I exhale like Whitney Houston
Then start accusin'
These tricks for their intrusion, excludin'
Mr al' Tariq from your profit's
You better stop it
Shorties hold to drop it, or cop it
Witcha greenbacks I know you're holdin'
Like the feds
Just some high-rollers rollin'
I'm told in, your profession
Money be flowin', but all I'm knowin'
Is my shorties, they keep on growin'
So bust it peep the science here's the plan
- I'll be your man give me what you can
And I won't ever stop y'all
From boostin' in my hood
Crime pays in mad ways baby it's all good

"From here on nuthin' goes
Down unless I'm involved"
"Crime pays in mad ways"
"No blackjack, no dope deals, no nuthin'
You guys got FAT while everybody
Starved on the street"
"Crime pays in mad ways" "It's my turn"