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letra de crime don't pay - the hard corps

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i want his family and his friend dead
all the people that he knows dead
i want his little dog rover dead
run the little doggie over dead

i’m the beast, hired out as the rifle man
yes, i can, can, yes, i can, can again and again
and i’m kickin’ like i know that i could
you know that i’m with it because you know that i’m good
so let me give it to ya, right and exact straight to the point
hit ya hard, like a serious joint
let me hip you up to the lowdown around town
i’m the m-f- that’s running this show, clown
court is now is session when my raps commence
and biting my style is a hanging offense
so here’s a little story
to crooks from the books of the gangster category
used to work for a man named “crime”
used to rob and steal at the drop of a dime
so we laid low with crime for a while
shooting down suckers executioner style
and never ever will i forget that day
i said, “pay me in full,” he said, “crime don’t pay”
it don’t pay
crime don’t pay

dirty bob was my friend
we weathered the storm through thick and thin
’til crime said, “k!ll ’em, money is yours for the takin’”
my trigger finger started shakin’
uzi attack, if sounded like thunder
dirty bob is now six feet under
never ever will i forget that day
i said, “pay me in full,” he said, “crime don’t pay”
i’m coming at you blow for blow
solo joe, so go for what you know
you try to play me like a jerk
i’m not the one boy, see, they call me dirt
i need money to support my habit
you’ve been framed like roger rabbit
i needed a sucker and i got one
i shot an innocent man
ya fingerprints on the gun
money to the ceiling, a fat cadillac
promised my crime if i watched his back
all the girlies i wanted, crazy money to spend
just to frame a brother and i thought i was in
i follow the leader, but i didn’t know
while i was playing the reaper, i reaped what i sowed
shot in the back by his right-hand man, they say
and that’ll tell ya the crime don’t pay
it don’t pay
crime don’t pay

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i want his family and his friend dead
all the people that he knows dead
i want his little dog rover dead
run the little doggie over dead

my life is now a personal h-ll
because i’m doing time behind the bars of a jail cell
doing 20 years for manslaughter
i got time, so i think i oughta
write you this, funky fresh rhyme
telling you all, don’t mess with crime
’cause it took to this very day
to know for sure that crime don’t pay

it don’t pay
crime don’t pay

- the hard corps

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