Crime Story Lyrics - Shakeem

[Intro: Superb (Shyheim)] 

Yo.. yo, yo, yo, yo 

(Crime Story, the title, I gotta get it however, whenever) 

All my niggas know (whoever, wherever) They live the streets 

Never go down! Never go down! 

(Follow me up one time like my man Poppy Da, you know?) 

I'm wit you son! I'm wit you! 

[Shyheim (Superb)] 

Time for some action, it was June first, me and my Co' we ran up 

On a check-casher on Tonka's and raw, I told her 

"Tell it on that, funny with the money cuz the money ain't yours 

We got twenty hostages, I'm ready to die for this!" 

Squig said, "She movin too slow, I'm ready to pop this bitch!" 

Then he shot the bitch, and we had to move quick 

Grab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whip 

Jump started the vehicle, drove a block or two 

Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in blue 

Then I bust a u-turn, you could smell the rubber burn 

I dusted 'em like a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!) 

Went Uptown, slowed down and made a left at the light 

Started flowin, unboared, then she lept (STOP! STOP! STOP!) 

Up in front of 27th warrant, we ran up in the buildin 

Bid with two duffle bags but at least I had it big (We came off!) 

Ran up in the crib, shut the door, the sweat started pourin 

That's when I heard the sirens roarin 

(Yo, fuck the sirens, son we came off, we blastin 

Any nigga come in here we comin through, ah like...) 

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[Chorus: Superb] 

We do the same shit in my projects 

Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime 

In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes 

Some used to snort dimes and do robberies 

[Shyheim] 

"Come out with your hands up! We have you surrounded!" 

Heard it over boom-horn, one officer shouted 

I said, "This is it son, is you 'bout it? See you in Hell!" 

Looked my man in the eyes, we started bustin off shells 

Goin all out, backin the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette style 

They got the sharpshooters out, on the project roof 

It's 12 o'clock noon, the old lady yelled, "Don't shoot!" 

Then I heard a shot, my heart stopped 

Then my man dropped, I fucked with the Glock 

(Yo, what the fuck?) And got timed by four cops 

They cuffed me up, fucked me up, brought me to the precinct 

Ain't feedin me all weekend, all I was doin was thinkin 

I blew trial (Damn!) and they threw the book at me and I'm still readin 

You could hear the stories over and over in the hood 

Got to live to regret, if I could take it back I would 

We planned to be like this, we both dead 

I hung it up cuz I couldn't hold my head 

(Yo, these streets is terrible son!) 

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[Chorus] 

[Chorus 2: Superb] 

We do the same shit in my projects 

Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime 

In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes 

Some used to snort dimes and do stick-ups dunn! 

[Outro: Superb] 

For real, without that we all be starvin 

Crime, without that we all be starvin