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The umm, security we have here today
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Not the OPEN security
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The ones, that that really sittin there
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And really think, we don't know who they are!
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"Now that's funky" (4X)
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[Kool G. Rap]
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Crime don't pay, that's what they tell us
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But that's because the other motherfuckers gettin jealous
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But I'ma tell you this, they neighborhood got the Goodfellas
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But they come arrest us for the same shit they sell us
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Cause they don't want to see a young black nigga rollin
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inside a nice car, nice kit, without the shit bein stolen
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So they come and lock a nigga up
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Meanwhile some corrupt, politician nigga is makin bigger bucks
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Niggaz gettin blamed for the crystals; but we don't grow
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the motherfuckin coke or weed or make the fuckin pistols
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Niggaz ain't tryin to live in poverty
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And a black man's lottery's a motherfuckin robbery
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So yo you gotta make your best
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Make a small investment and then put it to the test ("I know!")
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Yes, cause the other motherfuckers gettin over
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Police don't look at a WHITE MAN strange drivin a Range Rover
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Carrying shit like it's minerals
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The big dollar white dollar suit and tie criminals
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Even the government figures
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Sellin shit to the motherfuckin Columbians and rich niggaz
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Crime isn't time from the brothers
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Hey you say it don't pay, it's payin white motherfuckers
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It all depends on how you do your shit
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Cause either learn it quick intelligent and that's it
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("I beg your pardon?") You're well fittin
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FUCK workin for a bastard
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I gotta see that money before my ass sees a casket
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Get paid, motherfuck a raise
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Cause to all them improper crooked coppers, crime pays
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"Jack you motherfuckers" (2X)
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"Wake up and go for what you know.."
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"Everybody's got to make a living"
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"Boy I'm trying to make me some.. MONEY!!"
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[Kool G. Rap]
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Stop, nigga stop, nigga freeze
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But at the same time, some old rich fuck, is drivin by with twenty ki's
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Because they came up with a law
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to keep the rich motherfuckers rich and the poor motherfuckers poor
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We take the cake you get the crumbs
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Stackin up a package of cracks, to sell to blacks in the slums
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Guns are bein sold over the counter
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And you wonder why your daughter's head was slaughtered when they found her
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Why did he have to shoot the bitch
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but the bitch I mean the witch just had to switch
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to make the nigga Richie Rich
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Yeah, so I'm throwin you the phrase
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Believe me when I tell you motherfuckin crime pays
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Crime Pays
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Kool G. Rap & DJ Polo |