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Shyheim f Superb

Crime Story

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[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 streetsNever 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 upon a check-casher on Tonka`s and raw, I told her"Tell it on that, funny with the money cuz the money ain`t yoursWe 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 quickGrab the cash money and foodstamps and jetted towards the whipJump started the vehicle, drove a block or twoLooked in the rearview, noticed the boys in blueThen I bust a u-turn, you could smell the rubber burnI dusted `em like a wet bag of sherms (AHHH!)Went Uptown, slowed down and made a left at the lightStarted flowin, unboared, then she lept (STOP! STOP! STOP!)Up in front of 27th warrant, we ran up in the buildinBid 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 pourinThat`s when I heard the sirens roarin(Yo, fuck the sirens, son we came off, we blastinAny nigga come in here we comin through, ah like...)[Chorus: Superb]We do the same shit in my projectsLoungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crimeIn the hard times, niggas I know sell dimesSome 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 shoutedI said, "This is it son, is you `bout it? See you in Hell!"Looked my man in the eyes, we started bustin off shellsGoin all out, backin the ATF down, 52 days, they Nicorette styleThey got the sharpshooters out, on the project roofIt`s 12 o`clock noon, the old lady yelled, "Don`t shoot!"Then I heard a shot, my heart stoppedThen my man dropped, I fucked with the glock(Yo, what the fuck?) And got timed by four copsThey cuffed me up, fucked me up, brought me to the precinctAin`t feedin me all weekend, all I was doin was thinkinI blew trial (Damn!) and they threw the book at me and I`m still readinYou could hear the stories over and over in the hoodGot to live to regret, if I could take it back I wouldWe planned to be like this, we both deadI hung it up cuz I couldn`t hold my head(Yo, these streets is terrible son!)[Chorus][Chorus 2: Superb]We do the same shit in my projectsLoungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crimeIn the hard times, niggas I know sell dimesSome used to snort dimes and do stick-ups dunn![Outro: Superb]For real, without that we all be starvinCrime, without that we all be starvin

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