Superb - Crime Story lyrics

[Intro: Superb (Shyheim)] Yo.. yo, yo, yo, yo (Crime Story, the title, I gotta get it however, whenever) All my n***as 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 b**h!" Then he shot the b**h, 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, f** the sirens, son we came off, we blastin Any n***a come in here we comin through, ah like...) [Chorus: Superb] We do the same sh** in my projects Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime In the hard times, n***as 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 f**ed with the Glock (Yo, what the f**?) And got timed by four cops They cuffed me up, f**ed 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!) [Chorus] [Chorus 2: Superb] We do the same sh** in my projects Loungin, listenin to Flex, just thinkin of crime In the hard times, n***as 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