Crime Life Lyrics - Ja Rule

(DJ Clue) 

The Professional 

Part Two 

Coming real soon! 

New shit! Crime life! 

Memph Bleek! 

Cease! 

Ja! 

(Memphis Bleek) 

Nigga, picture me hot, then picture me not 

In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops 

I know every basehead from here to the wasteland 

With keys, and connects me and Cease ??? 

Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw? 

My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four 

You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at 

Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat 

You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!) 

You know the game and this life, what this thug about 

One of the last real niggas trying to get in the game 

But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid 

You feel me? Niggas spending ??? for the jewelry 

Then run around frontin like they money is filthy 

I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want? 

I had coke for too long, I supply that boat 

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[Chorus] (Ja Rule) 

This life we gon' live it up 

When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up 

Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up 

Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2) 

Crime life! 

(Lil' Cease) 

Yo, yo! 

When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor 

Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all 

Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit him some more 

I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer 

Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets 

I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets 

He wants them big things like them ?Tits? and ?Dolly Partons? 

Got mad bodies, ?Roy is hotter than Cochran? 

Besides niggas albums, a lot about dropping 

Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping 

We don't stop, we drop, shut it down 

Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun 'em down 

Now, you want war? Fuck guns, bring grenades 

Fuck all you sons that's dockin that shade 

Niggas be fronting, acting like they in Hollyhood 

I catch a nigga slipping I'm popping two in his hood 

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[Chorus] (Ja Rule) 

This life we gon' live it up 

When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up 

Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up 

Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2) 

Crime life! 

(Ja Rule) 

Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up niggas 

Time's up niggas, line up niggas 

For the K-I, double L, E-are, Murdera 

Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form 

I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms 

When the god ??? ??? ??? 

The game is me, cause the game I eat breathe sleep 

Wake up, conceal the heat and throw a blade in my cheek 

Hit the streets, ?hands in the mind?, toes hands and the nine 

The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-pies, ??? she lies Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept on 

What you think? You _Murdering, Inc._? Who put you in pink? Perform many bumps at the brink, you fucking with some hot spitters 

Bear with us or bear witness, live to die, it's on nigga! 

[Chorus] (Ja Rule) 

This life we gon' live it up 

When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up 

Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up 

Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2) 

Crime life! 

(DJ Clue) 

Fresh out! 

Crazy ???! 

Shawn Taylor! 

Hot 97! 

Damion Young! 

Big shout out to fresh Jordan! 

Ellie! 

MTV! 

Irv Gotti! 

Murda, Inc! 

My nigga Ja! 

DJ Clue! 

Desert Storm! 

The Hard Knock Life! 

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