'm an easy man, I'm easily pleased And you provide me with everything that I need Look, you know I make ends off crime So hold on to yours, we're spending mine Though
the lab? Crime Syndicate fam patrol the ave What's today math was bad Chorus {Myalansky} Street science for night time crime, bullets ricochet Constantly
me missin you Must be feeling a vibe My heart is on fire, about to explode Theres too much space between me and you Gets hard over time, its a crime
: Michael B. & di Lorenzo Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith Verse 1 It doesn't matter what they say You do your own thing anyway even though
bitches stealin', just tryin' to survive And it was business as usual if one of mine had to die 'Cause fuck dat yo, I gotta make sho my dough multiply Crimes
I lost my shoes I lost my wife I lost my keys I lost my kite And though Ia??m young at heart Ia??m so much older Subway eyes and banked
festival time then this woman is a goddess of that festival shrine, met her - at a jam in that garden of sorts I must confess god bless some impure thoughts
When I picked you up for our first date baby Well, your pretty blue eyes, they were driving me crazy And the tiny little thought that was so amazing Is
aint fuckin wit him, I aint fuckin wit him Thought you was all that, but I take it back never mind Thought you was all that, but I take it back never mind Thought
left unexpressed at times Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe Seen people reach levels thought
I shined your shoes I poured the wine I gave you all of my time I patched your fake smile Against your friends Which apparently is a crime I gave you
I've got a criminal mind Oh, oh, oh C'mon, what? What? What? What? uh, uh These days, I wonder if crime pays Blinded by criminal minded ways Smokin'
dime but I got some time to hear his story My name is August West, and I love my Pearly Baker best More than my wine, more than my wine More than my maker, though
blues (Bah bah-da, bah bah, bah-da da) Take a little trip, hater, pack up yo' mind Look forward, not behind then you'll see what you find I caught a sucker dyin' 'cause he thought
of my pain, illustrate the city in vain Fallin' deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times, vesh crimes
[Damian Marley] As we enter Come now we take you on the biggest adventure [Nas] Must be dementia, that you ever thought You could touch our credentials
when it comes to rhymes (Brick city) Yo, don't scandalize mine I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin' for crime
Smoke One For My Nigga Peanut, Thats My Brother Forever Nigga I Love You Nigga,Your Son Mine Nigga, Let Me Check This Bitch Right Quick Though Verse