Real Live

Real Live - Crime Is Money lyrics

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[Chorus]

Crime is money and money is crime

Gots to get my loot together, so a nigga can shine

Crime is money and money is crime

If I catch you slippin, son, yo, your cream is mine



[Verse 1]

The invincible, infinite, never-endin

Too many pussy-ass niggaz on the market pretendin

I'd like to let you know it's for real, not a rap

Got the strap for the everyday gunclap

The crown king, makin moves, doin my thing

Iceberg Slick involved in a coke ring

I'm workin with Columbians, Dominicans

You want nitro smack, check the Nigerians

I'm crushin 'em, there go that herb, now we rushin 'em

Takin all he got, the nigga tried to plot

On the slickest cat in town, why clown around

Yo, I peeped your mugshot when the drama went down

Tried to catch a nigga sleepin

But little did you know my motherfuckin clique was creepin

In a land of gamblin, hustlin

Drug-traffickin, murderin, musclin



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

I'ma tell you what's the word on the street

Cats got fucked up attitudes plus thugs be holdin heat

All the stress got me runnin for shelter

I've seen dice games turn into helter skelter

Grimey niggaz only 12 years old be drenched in gold

So much ice them niggaz cold, just sold

20 bags to this undercover cat

The motherfucker was informed by a rat

Slash player hater

A faggot that's vexed cos the lucci is much greater

The way to survive, got to come alive

In '95, duke, cos '96 is near

Everybody's in fear

Of either gettin shot or caught up in the middle

Or contractin the package on the low, yo, she lookin little

Used to be the meanest chicken on the block

I couldn't tell if she was sick, but she was smokin that rock



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Now every nigga wanna see a mill

And still hold the block down like Big Will

But players from the other side of town

Is takin niggaz for clowns

Comin through bustin rounds

You would think they was beefin for keys

Not only a fraction, yo, I'm talkin grand action

I lost my timin, for nickel-and-dimin

It's all about chains and rings

Bigger and better things

You just beginnin son, you ain't poppin

I wanna go down 5th Ave and do my shoppin

Hit the Bally shop, cop a Rolex watch

The Tommy Hilfiger and the Ralph Lauren spot

Pick up my shorty, cop her a full [?] mink

His and hers, luxury furs

Now I'm shinin like a diamond on niggaz

Bitches stare at my glare when I'm rhymin on niggaz
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Language: English

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