Curtis Jackson - Crime Wave | Текст песни

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• Curtis Jackson
• Crime Wave

[50 Cent -Chorus]
Yeah, yeh yeh yeh,
pull the strap out you know what that bout,
you do it my way, called a crime wave,
whoaaa, waay,
whoaa, waaay,
I wave the heat to heat,
wave my right to speak,
plead the fifth ya’ll
dont tell em sh-t ya’ll,
whoaaa, wheey,
whoaa, wheey,

[Verse 1]
I’m not telling you to shoot somebody,
but if somebody try to shoot you,
shoot em don’t waste time,
lil n-gga just do it,
any n-gga out of order must be serviced,
see how ya hesitating boy ya making me nervous,
the feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet,
front on me, try to run from me,
hollow seat up your back b,
pistol pop, drop the top,
burn baby burn,
revolvers spin again and again
and n-ggas never learn,
got an itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger n-gga,
so if you hit me then you get me, I’ll be back to get ya,
man I might bring the homies … thats necessary,
see you might not be worried, but I think you should worry,
the bullets come in flurries, they sting u know u buried,
yeah, I do away with 9 n-ggas in 9 days,
my nine sprays, wish it don’t go my way,
hold it sideways,
f-ck around cause a crime wave,

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infiltry,
them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man they into me,
yeah, I’m number 1 on Forbes,
yeah, they can’t f-ck with ya boy,
title time is crank time I flip that get that back,
Louie V napsack filled up with g-stacks,
Im sick in the head, me I’m all bout the bread,
go head f-ck with the kid,
see it’s just what I said,
see the stash Im making double make a key(?) bubble,
jim stop before I cut you till your mum don’t no you,
see when we play the warriors come out to play,
want to play get your ass laid out today,
see I’m back on the sh-t I was on before,
so if a n-gga try to stunt we gon take em to war,

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Man, I be on some other sh-t these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me,
yeah, ooohooohooo yeah,
oooooh yeah,
(no no no no)
the homie said he f-ck with me, i have him meet ya up for me,
yeh yeh yeh,
(no no no no)

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