Troublesome, Nineteen muthafuckin' 96' West side, let it be known, nigga Boss of all bosses, Makaveli Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon Making
made me a boss Damn!!!! You're poorer than my shadow No escape, you have maturity (no!) Who told me was my mind You would be just another one of my crimes
the lust to live plush and can't wait no longer Sick of seein' moms workin' comin home back hurtin' Cryin' on my shoulder 'cuz the jobs workin' her over More time everyday but the boss
you's a goner Infact it's drastic A couple million in the mattress With a safe dick I say fuck taxes Rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics Crime
't make me put my Glock Down [Fat Joe] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber Boogie Down major like Nine, I bust mine everytime plus I'm the crime boss
couldn't make me put my Glock Down We lock towns like rounds in the chamber Boogie down major like Nine, I bust mine Every time plus I'm the crime boss
by the lord, here and abroad With words that were thought they could retort For force because that makes Run the boss So get lost, becuase I just tossed
up North ? hurt no tell de boss And if dem tell me off dey are a bunch of ghosts And if dem gal are up, well den dem know da gal are boss De rap
Go get ya some things go get you a thing, load it up With hollow, ones light it up like a halogen Look at the crime rate, no wonder why I hate niggas
play (man!) Fo a few chips, I get out n' spray (Bla-kow!) It's more then shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps) The difference in our crimes, yours attempts
afford You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord And tell valet not to scratch my wheel Or he gon' leave here wit a busted lip Me and Crime Boss
man, he's goin' at you. Verse 1: It was a murder contract on these cats that owe They tried workin' for the boss, never brung back dough So I chose
lookin at y'all I get rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit dimes And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but i'm good wit
splatter the guts of nigga with no nuts And if you step to Suave you will have to lay it down [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Crime Boss] Here comes the spy,
time! [Chorus] [Lil' Fame] You's a check one, two turn my mic up nigga I'm a semi-automatic load the pipe up nigga B-Ville crime boss, I'll knock your
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
some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb Done, done, done, 'till it be one nine ninety nine, crime
crime times, throw a bomb in ya Lex Fadam or Begetz, killas might climb in ya rest Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest Crime