Sure, sure, I know what the book say
At least while I got a pretty good idea
Good book say this, the law book say that
Another book say that, another book say this
Sometimes they all agree, sometimes don't nobody agree
That's good and all I suppose, I don't mean to be disrespectful
But what all them books say, don't make no difference to me
I'm just a poor man, oh
Ever since the birth, you know what I'm sayin'
When I was young I was always takin' shit
I mean I don't even know
It's like it got so bad, like kleptomaniac, you know what I mean
I had to sit on my aunt's porch 'cause she wouldn't let me in the crib
Crucial, to see my family members lookin' through the window
Through the window, I'm cold
But yo, fuck it, DJ Abilities, bring that shit in, bring that shit in
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
I didn't really wanna do it but I guess that I have to
Come after, gun inside your mouth, in your house
No laughter involved, disaster's poppin' off
Where's the jewels in the trees, inside stash your G's
Don't front, on the low, inside walls you hide the keys
Face covered, no discovering eye, with enemies
I don't even sell yay but find some way to dump it
Distribute it, pump it, like oil wells, maximum sales, deluxe profit
I need that majorly, no feedback, fatally wounded, nobody play with me
Work forty hours, yet your dough is spent with bills and rent
Plus numerous credit collector shits
Humorous for them to recover some form of payment
Used to rap in court but now jackin' is entertainment
Enslavement, was jobs in uniforms
Perform your little duties, informed just to get on
But I'm hittin' licks, runnin' in cribs, hustlin' things
UPS gettin' pulled out his truck, who takin' this?
Brown suit on, continue the day, to get the loot on
Making home deliveries with loaded artillery
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
Rob the drug house, kick in the door, smack the fiend up
Pitbull grindin' on my ankle, got tweed up
Focus on the mission in the kitchen, see my partner head down
In a plate of coke, whole face missin'
Dope everywhere, snatchin' up twelve P's of chronic
Put your face down, or get gun peeled from the waist down
One fiend jump four stories to a parking lot
Clutchin' his own of pure white, avoid gettin' shot
But we don't like pullin' shit like that
Why am I lyin'? I be lovin' adrenaline rush
Immune to drama thus I've grown accustomed to wearin' gloves
No fingerprint, whole M.O. is black tint
On my credit report, it says severe in bright red
Checks stamped in '94, haunt me, I stay laughin'
Mashin' with three G's of fashion, a classic
Fifty deep, maybe so ex to ex-felons
I mean there's no tellin' the schemes that I be comin' with
Runnin' quick, cunnin' with wit, maybe I'm savage
Still calm, strivin' in life, clutchin' my firearm
This is it, now walk with me now
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
Yo, uh, it's all about the crime
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