Look , grew up rough down in Socal
Even smart as a kid was low profile
Niggas was doin crimes to eat
I got a buck fifty copped the quarter pound from Kesh
Now I'm one foot in the game
Rolling with niggas that 10 years older gaining fame
I never was afraid counting money ducking lames
Trying to gain a rep in these streets catching fades
Later came the shade getting hated kuz my brain
Little wrinkle in the plan had to move a different way
A real hustler you gone get it anyway
Before I go broke I'll hit the block and Im a spray
Watching for cops and preferring the highways
Obeying the laws they wont look at us sideways
I agree with the notion that crime pays
Kuz nothing compares to the look on my moms face
210west - Crime Pays Lyrics
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Look , grew up rough down in Socal
Even smart as a kid was low profile
Niggas was doin crimes to eat
I got a buck fifty copped the quarter pound from Kesh
Now I'm one foot in the game
Rolling with niggas that 10 years older gaining fame
I never was afraid counting money ducking lames
Trying to gain a rep in these streets catching fades
Later came the shade getting hated kuz my brain
Little wrinkle in the plan had to move a different way
A real hustler you gone get it anyway
Before I go broke I'll hit the block and Im a spray
Watching for cops and preferring the highways
Obeying the laws they wont look at us sideways
I agree with the notion that crime pays
Kuz nothing compares to the look on my moms face
Even smart as a kid was low profile
Niggas was doin crimes to eat
I got a buck fifty copped the quarter pound from Kesh
Now I'm one foot in the game
Rolling with niggas that 10 years older gaining fame
I never was afraid counting money ducking lames
Trying to gain a rep in these streets catching fades
Later came the shade getting hated kuz my brain
Little wrinkle in the plan had to move a different way
A real hustler you gone get it anyway
Before I go broke I'll hit the block and Im a spray
Watching for cops and preferring the highways
Obeying the laws they wont look at us sideways
I agree with the notion that crime pays
Kuz nothing compares to the look on my moms face
Writer: t corley, Tarik Corley
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