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letra de crime stories - one deep

amsterdam, west 83rd
two for five, that’s the word
drums packed, real fat, the product is raw
one flight up left at the second door
with a mad flow the dope never low
and even though, the spots moves slow
gotta devil’s grin, my spot pays dividends
from all the sins now i’m out in my benz
leavin’ all to believe, money grows on trees
from cross seas, i receive my keys
and only one way, and no matter where i stay
it’s time to parlay makin’ ends everyday
a straight nine-to-five is not for me
but this is how i’m livin’ for crime stories

(hook)
yeah and ya don’t stop
i bust mac-10s, oo-wops and glocks
yeah and ya don’t stop
i bust mac-10s, oo-wops and glocks
yeah and ya don’t stop
i bust mac-10s, oo-wops and glocks
yeah and ya don’t stop
i bust mac-10s, oo-wops and glocks
yeah and ya don’t stop
i bust mac-10s, oo-wops and glocks

it’s your shorty papi chulo
que ? la gente sabe
yo soy smooth and plus crazy suave
life’s a b-tch it’s time to make a switch
off the drug pitch, dealin’ steady getting rich
so what-choo think a taxable ?
no deals made and never stackin money to the brink
having head big time, smoking n-gg-s who drop dimes
? watching for one time while doing my own crime
i tell you, that crime pays, while hanging in hallways
paydays is always two for five, deuce or tres
leaving heads in a straight stare for work i put out there
reality’s worse fear? one deep for your nightmare
so for what it’s worth i’m living my glory
it’s just another chapter of my crime stories

(hook)

i’m pointing snitches at ditches while i’m making my riches
collect from the b-tches on the corner that ?
no shorts in my income, credit i get none
fools as i take some busting n-gg-s with dum-dums (shots)
the scheme for cream, left you on the wrong team
and a dope fiend’s need with a dollar and a dream
your arm is now twisted
it was me you was dissing your whole family is missing
i told you to listen, the game is not for you
i tried to forewarn you somehow it came through
through the evil that men do
a straight nine-to-five is nothin’ for me
now i’m ending my tale of my crime stories

(hook)

(outro)
special dedication to my brother ?
and i can’t forget my big brother manny
and ? you know what i’m saying
my cousin louie lou
my man soda, big todd, and mano, you know what i’m saying
and yo we out, peace!

- one deep

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