It Ain’t A Crime House of Pain

(HEY!)
[Verse 1]
Johnny was a bad boy, he was a juvenile delinquent
He had his picture on the wall of every precinct
He had a rep of hanging out with his homies
Puffing on the blunts and sipping on the forties
But when he spoke, nobody would listen
And when he was home, yo his parents they would diss him
They called him a bum, a worthless piece of shit
So over this he had a fit
And now he grabs his bag and heads for the door
And walks to the neighborhood liquor store
Pulls out a gun tells the old man, "Hit the floor!"
Then breaks open his register drawer
Pulls out the money, stuffs it in his pocket
Points his pistol, then he starts to cock it
The man panics and the gun goes off
Stupid old fool made Johnny blow his head off
But he don't care 'cause Johnny was taught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught

[Chorus]
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
It ain't a crime if you don't get caught
That's how it is, homie, like it or not