Memphis Bleek - Crime Life lyrics

(DJ Clue) The Professional Part Two Coming real soon! New sh**! Crime life! Memph Bleek! Cease! Ja! (Memphis Bleek) n***a, 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 key, and connects me and Cease the vets Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw? My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four You supply that, sh** I put a hole where your mind at Push your hairline back, f**ing 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 n***as trying to get in the game But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid You feel me? n***as spend advances for j**elry Then run around frontin like they money is filthy I'm in the game to clean minds, f** you want? I had coke for too long, I supply that boat [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, n***as 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 n***as grimy, we take ends out your pockets I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets He want them big things like them tits on Dolly Partons Got mad bodies, lawyers hotter than Cochran Besides n***as albums, a lot about dropping f** break dancing, our guns do the popping We don't stop, we drop, shut it down Rock the undergrounds, co*k then gun 'em down Now, you want war? f** guns, bring grenades f** all you sons thats dockin that shade n***as be fronting, acting like they in Hollyhood I catch a n***a slipping I'm popping two in his hood [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, n***as give it up (Repeat x2) Crime life! (Ja Rule) Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up n***as Time's up n***as, line up n***as For the K-I, double L, E-R, Murdera sh**'s on y'all in every way shape and form I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms When the God take you - be calm 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, handling mine, hoes handling nine The see-through n***as get flipped like mini-blinds, ??? she lies n***as 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 f**ing with some hot spitters Bear with us or bear witness, live to die, it's on n***a! [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, n***as 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 n***a Ja! DJ Clue! Desert Storm! The Hard Knock Life! Backstage y'all!