Popularity is your aim, everythings about having a name, this is where i take a stand, dont fucking call me your friendX2 is this what you wanna
my heart, you murder my heart A crime of passion I could never escape Girl, you had me in chains from the start I'm just a witness to the scene of my
of the blue I'm bustin a U I get off where they get off at Well-familiar with these streets, this where I came up at Roadblocks, yellow tape, "a crime scene
I leave that mug red(mug red) I'm like cancer cant catch me 'cause I done spread(done spread) gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fled wit
with extortion and treat illegal immigrants much more important than me and you cos I've lived there all my life and live got nuffin to show for it and you can't get rich from
completely hung out to dry, victimized Violated as if you was raped What the hell You escape well Police investigated the scene Scrape the crime scene
from under the doors I never saw so much fucking blood before A slutty whore with more blood than a dinosaur Ajax is a (?), call Mr. Clean Tell him and Comet they're needed at the scene
a way in tryin' times in this life I gotta get mine Yo, doin' shine moves like that old lady sky with a basin Carry from crime scenes not to exact they
, He's lost without this woman, And don't wanna live any damn ways, Now he's thinkin', that he ain't gon' live, She ain't gon' live, And the other man
Where does it end, where does it begin, My misery is my only friend, From the hole in my head, Or the infection within, I re-live the crime scene time
to keep the shit raw Rich stay rich and the poor take off My nigga, it's the '99 Niggas is out here dyin' getttin' down for they crime Crime suspect
New York Times Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust First it's crime scene tape then you end
of repercussion Yeah, I seen it, a G' going out indecent (When the block is hot) Takin' a plea agreement, thinkin' he secret Escape the crime scene, now you live
name Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones Running wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground Live
deuce, got a army bout the size of babe ruth To hit em, rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher
signs, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to the Scene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars, being the biggest crime
of living for nothing End of discussion Hey, ain't no more talk Just start killing niggaz off till ain't no more chalk Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes Or no mo' crimes
, yeah, aiyyo Rock, Rock, Rock Everybody say Rock, not Lou from suburbs to PJ's So watch ya hootchie, groupies get dudes beat up Or heat is leave the scene
