{*Judge talking*}
[Verse 1]
Twenty-five years in the state penitentiary
Tried to pull off the biggest crime of the century
Pulled out the ten-side nine millimeter
Went out to rob, sticking up sweeter
Never had a job you gonna work for ya
Major escape but a basehead saw ya
You got it under control, you rock and roll
Crime is in your soul, you goin' for the goal
Comin' home late with your trigger finger aching
Got in the beef for some buckwilds (?) they making
Drivin' fast, I can lay in the lane
Caught with a kilo, now explain!
[Hook]
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time
(Crime Stories!)
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time
Don't do it!
[Verse 2]
Uzi's, nines, forty-fives and mags
Cocaine on the brain, gold chains and jags
Hitman for hire, big contracts
In fact he got macked cause the eye-contact
Bought a .38 so now he's a wanna-be mobster
Come on, baby, I eat steak and lobster
I got a Mercedes-Benz, a BMW, plenty of friends
But what about the hidden camera lens?
Cortex-style, but you're countin' that money
That the brothers you diss think they sooo funny
They took yours - you thought you was nice
But now pay the price - they put you on ice!
[Verse 1]
Twenty-five years in the state penitentiary
Tried to pull off the biggest crime of the century
Pulled out the ten-side nine millimeter
Went out to rob, sticking up sweeter
Never had a job you gonna work for ya
Major escape but a basehead saw ya
You got it under control, you rock and roll
Crime is in your soul, you goin' for the goal
Comin' home late with your trigger finger aching
Got in the beef for some buckwilds (?) they making
Drivin' fast, I can lay in the lane
Caught with a kilo, now explain!
[Hook]
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time
(Crime Stories!)
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time
Don't do it!
[Verse 2]
Uzi's, nines, forty-fives and mags
Cocaine on the brain, gold chains and jags
Hitman for hire, big contracts
In fact he got macked cause the eye-contact
Bought a .38 so now he's a wanna-be mobster
Come on, baby, I eat steak and lobster
I got a Mercedes-Benz, a BMW, plenty of friends
But what about the hidden camera lens?
Cortex-style, but you're countin' that money
That the brothers you diss think they sooo funny
They took yours - you thought you was nice
But now pay the price - they put you on ice!
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