Dave Bing - Crime Scene lyrics

[Dave Bing] The f** is wrong with y'all n***as You think this sh** is a game n***a Like it ain't about murder and c**aine n***a The f** is wrong wit y'all It's Murder Inc n***a With some Dave Bing sh** Stop gettin it f**ed up Yeah [Dave Bing] Yo the first dollar for me I admit it the block did it Murder came with it Nice cars and dime b**hes Hangin out late Nicknamed the milk-crate But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine On the grind, you better keep your a** in line Cuz from the get-get-go n***a, say it ain't so n***a You was watchin me through your window n***a Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes Middle finger in the air screamin f** one time As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the Glock out co*k it back, then tell your crew to relax Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest And thats the whole sixteen coppin in safeen [Tah Murdah] Motherf**er when you see Tah Bet I'm holdin a fifth and a full clip At any given moment to flip on some bullsh** Spit it sick, flowin like alien And I'm way beyond flashin So if you see crumbs n***a, get to dashin I mastered the game, accurate aim Put two in you Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range For this hover dough Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho I hope y'all n***as really ready cuz my steel is heavy And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box n***a peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps But now I'm on some click-clack Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that Where they at, y'all n***as want it We right here, let me make myself clear n***a we can't be touched The f** y'all want [Ronnie Bumps] From rob men that rob grown men And be the one hustlin til the one come in The worst n***as co*k back, and spit for gin Til the day we win n***as is gonna fall from wood hall Thugs who seen it all, this is war The streets ain't the same no more n***as came to keep the roar but ??? on the floor Let's explore, whoevers quick on the draw is the law The f** you set these rules for It's the streets My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs Now stand up, and watch my hustlin n***as rush the club Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb Motherf**er, do you know me? Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely My slugs will be your homeys Pop the Glock and make you know me [Black Child] I was only fourteen doin my thing Gettin cream in Jamaica Queens n***as scheme for they dreams Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block f** cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks Lace shots, at them snitch n***as, snap box Black Child couldn't go play with the children Cuz I was too buisy pumpin up them jums in the buildin While most kids went to school to maintain I was in the spot cookin up c**aine The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy Caught a body and shot up his house party Time to relocate, I better transport my weight Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state Catch me in Virginia I ain't gonna never surrender Unless I'm dead or injured and thats somethin to rememeber n***a [O1] Yo it ain't nuthin but murder one n***as holdin they guns and bustin em My n***as foul son we spray up the block And leave bystanders numb and braindumb n***as heard the shots but where they commin from I squeezed off and hit his b**h up, my aim's off But f** it, n***a rob the block for twelve hundred So I came off, if it's murder you want it's murder I give Makin it harder for n***as to live for you and your kids No question, murder perfection dog I'm runnin through you and into the Lord I never prayed for God knows I'm layin for him bustin at the sky My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him You better believe him, k**in n***as dead for this dream By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams Now hows bout this n***a O goin all out for the dough Yo I show out, f** around and get blowed out Ugh