Текст песни Al` Tariq - God Connections
Al` Tariq - God Connections слова песни
Uhh, uhhUhh, hey uh heyWhat it is, what it is.. "crime pays in mad ways" -> Raekwon[Al` Tariq]Yo, yo, bust itHow I was walkind mindin my own biz, here it isI see these two kids bouncin, my wayEyes blood red with venomAnd somethin tellin me that I best not offend `emBut they don`t even know I got this badgethat I`m about to flash on that ass like two hits of hashPass by `em, eye `emPeep money on the left got the toastNiggaz ready to roast so I`m ghostThen find another victim so I can jig `emAct like I`m po`-po`, be like YO YO and stick `emTrick `em out their currents, them dirty greensAnd in the process, stoppin all the flow from fiendsIt`s all good cause in my hood it`s better, if my barettagive these po` folks some cheddar to the letterA present day - Robin Hood, crime pays in mad ways niggaIt`s all good[Chorus: repeat 2X]"From here on nothing goes down unless I`m involved" -> Frank White "crime pays in mad ways" -> Raekwon"No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing.. You guys got FAT while everybody schtraved on the street" -> F. White "crime pays in mad ways" -> Raekwon"It`s my turn.." -> Frank White[Al` Tariq]Aiyyo, I`ve been checkin these stick-up kids for weeksSeein how they pull they jobs and go trick with freaksI seeks a weakness, in their armor, so I can harm acrimi-nal with top residu-als, I shall be backwith exact means to get himTighten up the grip and let these hollow points hit himSplit him, send they whole crew in mad directionsCorrection, I think I`ll make this other selectionTheir leader, numero un`, the top cheeseFREEZE! Don`t make me have to load up to squeeze niggaI don`t mind wettin up yo` type try me you dirty slimysleazy greasy grimey - where the safe at?That`s when he show and prove that he a liarFind and clean the stash and set his fuckin crib on fireI`m yo` sire, hittin these crooks to fix my hoodCrime pays in mad ways, nigga it`s all good[Chorus]"It`s my turn.." -> Frank White[Al` Tariq]Bust it, I`m shoppin Sears for wears that I can put on in Foot LockerFor other soles to put my foot on, but right then and, thereMy vision peeps `em, to dirty fleece `emThinkin nobody sees `em, boostinSo I exhale like Whitney Houston, then start accusinthese tricks for their intrusion, exclusinMr. Al` Tariq from your profits, you better stop itShorties hold to drop it, or cop itwitcha greenbacks I know you`re holdin, like the fedsJust some high-rollers rollin, I`m told in, your professionmoney be flowin, but all I`m knowinis my shorties, they keep on growin, so bust itPeep the science here`s the plan - I`ll be your manGive me what you canSnd I won`t ever stop y`all from boostin in my hoodCrime pays in mad ways baby it`s all good[Chorus]"It`s my turn.." -> Frank White{*"King of New York" samples and Raekwon scratches ad libbed to fade*}