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50 Cent( Curtis James Jackson III )
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Crime Wave
Lyricist:J Fragala, Curtis Jackson, W Witherspoon, Daniel Zacharis
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When the strap out you know what that 'bout We do it my way 'cause a crime wave Whoa, wave, whoa, wave
I wave the heat deep with my right to speak Leave the clip y'all and talk shit y'all Whoa, wave, whoa, wave
I'm not tellin' you to shoot somebody But if somebody try to shoot you shoot 'em Don't waste time, lil' nigga just do it Any nigga out of order must be serviced
See now now you hesitatin' boy you makin' me nervous The Feds know I clap heat felonies on my rap sheet Front on me try to run from me hollows be up your back B Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn, baby, burn Revolver spinnin again and again you niggas never learn
Got a itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy trigger finger nigga So if you hit me and you get me I'll be back to get ya Man I might bring the homies in that's if it's necessary See you might not be worried but I think you should worry
Them bullets come in flurries next thing you know you're buried Yeah, I do away with nine niggas in nine days My nine sprays, which it don't go my way Hold it sideways, fuck around 'cause a crime wave
When the strap out you know what that 'bout We do it my way 'cause a crime wave Whoa, wave, whoa, wave
I wave the heat deep with my right to speak Leave the clip y'all and talk shit y'all Whoa, wave, whoa, wave Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me Yeah, I'm number one on Forbes Yeah, they can't fuck witcha boy
'Tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V knapsack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the bread Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said
See the stash I'm makin' double makin' kilos bubble Jim stop, boy I cut you 'til your ma don't know you See when we play them warriors come out to play You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today
See I'm back on the shit I was on before So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon' take 'em to war
When the strap out you know what that 'bout We do it my way 'cause a crime wave Whoa, wave, whoa, wave
I wave the heat deep with my right to speak Leave the clip y'all and talk shit y'all Whoa, wave, whoa, wave
Oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can't fuck with me Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit ya up for me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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