Cam'Ron - Crime Pays lyrics

rate me

All generals stand in line, salute nigga

You know me from spendin the loot

Also put rims on the coupe

Remember Duke I spin to shoot

I ain't here to kid to you

Skip a loose, get an ounce, flip a deuce, hit the stoop

Remember stupid I'm here to tell you that I'm living proof

CRIME PAYS!

I'm glad you hate, nigga go masterbate

Took my cap and gown bitches but I ain't graduate

CRIME PAYS!

What a vision to see

O.G. glisten and glee, sit in the V

Did it in three, homeboy listen to me

Crime pays

99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway

Crime pays

I got a record company, liquor and clothing line

Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine

BIRD CAGE! That's what it's gonna be

3rd grade Mr. Massey asked us what we wanna be

Jeff said a lifeguard, Bobby said a firefighter

Jeff gonna have a Porsche and Bobby said he'll have a Spyder

David said police, Wanda said she wished to dance

They gonna get married, have a big crib in France

I started actin up, wait a minute back it up

This ain't math class but this shit ain't adding up

Then Mr. Massey looked and that's when the teacher asked

"You got a problem Cam" Yeah, I should teach this class

Maybe I'll reach they ass,

Tell em they don't need to have degrees in math

Know your credit, debit, plus receipts for cash

A few geeks had laughed, I told the dude stop your wishin

You won't have a pot to piss in with that damn job you gettin

Call Cam a gift, they wasn't understanding this

Damn I'm rich, a drug dealer turned out philanthropist

Crime pays

99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway

Crime pays

I got a record company, liquor and clothing line

Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine