Crime Pays lyrics

[Chorus]
Yo I hit the bottom of her pussy yall
Yo, I hit the bottom of her pussy yall
Nope I aint talking bout her pussy walls
Yo, I hit the bottom of her pussy yall

[Verse 1]
Yo I be lying, denying that theres a pimp in me
But I apologize sorry you have my sympathy
When I hit that spot why you aint tell me nothing
I swear to god yo, I thought it was your belly button

[Verse 1]
Yo this flow here is bulimics, anemic, yo red beam it
Plus I got it on, you aint never seen it, never seen it
Some people say I'm conceited, but dougie I never cheated
Oh boy you'll get deleted, believe it, I could achieve it cuz look

Im on a Yamaha, laughing like ha ha ha
Na na na, want to talk, shots speak ra ra ra
Crib is like mardigra, no beads grow weed

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Killa!
Yo
I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her
I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I'll never wife her
I'm Rowdy Roddy Piper, (yes) but when she can't decipher (what?)
Love for fucking no fussing, buzzing, she out my Sypher(ahh)
Come thru in a Viper (Viper)
God damn I might white Nike her (yeah)

[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Red slippers, red robe, red kitchen
Red stove, red pots, one in the head cocked
One the on the feds probe, red stools, red inf
Red floor, your all fakers red couch
Red crystal red pepper and salt shakers
The red room, red curtains, its summer squish
Show some respect what you expect thats a hundred inch
Telescopes binoculars the feds hate my bynacula

All generals stand in line, salute nigga

[Verse 1]
You know me from spendin the loot
Also put rims on the coupe
Remember Duke I spin to shoot
I ain't here to kid to you
Skip a loose, get an ounce, flip a deuce, hit the stoop
Remember stupid I'm here to tell you that I'm living proof
CRIME PAYS!
I'm glad you hate, nigga go masterbate
Took my cap and gown bitches but I ain't graduate
CRIME PAYS!

[Talking: Cam'ron]
Now I told shorty to curve! she like curve?
I'm like curve!
she like what that mean I'm like that
mean geta way from me ya breath stink
you herd a tick tacks curve man gett outta here
if big pun was alive he'd tell you to go that way curve

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
From equador extra raw repitwar
like the reservoir few bretta scars get ya neck ajared

{Too Much on the beat}
Pussy poppin yea I'm a act a hoe with it bootie got swagg if u want it u can go get it
Go get it go go get it
Go get it go go get it{I'm a go get it} [x3]
Go get it go go get it
Go go go go

[Nie'Starr:]
Yea I'm that chick caramel real thin small hips bomb lips and my nails stay did

Waddup Midwest
They forgot about the 4th coast, it aint nuttin though
What up Arkansas, Minnesota, Kansas, Kentucky, Missouri
Everybody in the Lou

Verse 1:
Thinkin' 'bout Guy Fisher
Never met him, but goddamn that's my nigga
I figure real estate, invested pie flipper
Never snitch, me Im in a bathrobe, fly slippers
Left Chicago with good money for 5 drops

[VERSE 1]
We hit too many left turns to make it right
My black fist and the peace sign now say goodnite
But Ima stay the fight laser light with you're a.m. like
Here's an order Black be the quarterback take a hike
Hut one, hut two, hut three
Your family ? calico eighty one to your chest
Randy moss
How much the candy cost?
Then im explainin to folks
Its terrific but be specific
The ? the coke

[Verse 1]
Yo, I hate my boss
Dude think he know it all
And I know I know it all
But I follow protocol
Hope sit in the casket
Got me sittin' in traffic (word)
It's seven AM (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I woke up late, didn't even have a shower
Lunch break? Give me a break, a damn half an hour
All this bullshit for twelve bucks an hour (I'm ready to quit)

[Verse 1]
Yo, I hate my boss
Dude think he know it all
And I know I know it all
But I follow protocol
Hope sit in the casket
Got me sittin' in traffic (word)
It's seven AM (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I woke up late, didn't even have a shower
Lunch break? Give me a break, a damn half an hour
All this bullshit for twelve bucks an hour (I'm ready to quit)
Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight the Power

[Verse 1]
They call me broke goose, up on me
I'll leave you salty, clean like a bofty
So girl... Yeah you boo, let me introduce you
To a new crew, not familiar, ain't what you used to

Hit Aruba, put it on youtube
Let your ex-man see your new dude
And new purse, and new shoes
Tell em I win, haha you lose

Dice game I fill up the bank
Yo ex-man cant fill up your tank

[Verse 1]
Since they cut my umbilical [pause]
I knew it would be inevitable, That my case should go federal
Its part of my journey, see it might concern me
But who cam best friend, My attorney!

Can you hold something, Can I throw you some
Now I know you dumb, Where I know you from
I aint got it right now, but I owe you one
In your head, one shot from a loaded gun