Cam’ron - Crime Pays Intro lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron - Crime Pays Intro lyrics]
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 the yout
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 masturbate
Took my cap and gown pictures
But I ain't graduate cRIME PAYS!
What a vision to see
OG 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
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 the yout
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 masturbate
Took my cap and gown pictures
But I ain't graduate cRIME PAYS!
What a vision to see
OG 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