The Professional, Part Two
Coming real soon
New shit, Crime Life
Memph Bleek, cease, ja

Nigga, picture me hot, then picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every base head from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and cease the vets

Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat

You know exactly what I'm talking about
You know the game and this life, what this thug about?
One of the last real niggas trying to get in the game
But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid

You feel me? Niggas spend advances for jewelry
Then run around frontin' like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want
I had Coke for too long, I supply that boat

This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough, we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up

This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough, we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby, we can't be touched, niggas give it up
Crime life

When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit him some more
I've been in the spot, pop the biscuit, the coke out the drawer

Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets
I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets
He want them big things like them tits on Dolly Partons
Got mad bodies, lawyers hotter than Cochran

Besides niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, c*** then gun 'em down

Now, you want war? Fuck guns, bring grenades
Fuck all you sons that's dockin' that shade
Niggas be fronting, acting like they in Hollyhood
I catch a nigga slipping I'm popping two in his hood

This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up

This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up
Crime life

Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up niggas
Time's up niggas, line up niggas
For the K I, double L, E are, Murdera
Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form

I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms
When the God take you be calm, you can buy what you want
The game is me, cause the game I eat breathe sleep
Wake up, conceal the heat and throw a blade in my cheek

Hit the streets, handling mine, hoes handling nine
The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-blinds
[Incomprehensible] she lies

Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept on
Niggas come on, what you think?
You Murdering, Inc, who put you in pink?
Perform many bumps at the brink

You fucking with some hot spitters
Bear with us or bear witness
Live to die, it's on nigga

This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby, we can't be touched, niggas give it up

This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby, we can't be touched, niggas give it up
Crime life

Fresh out, Crazy [Incomprehensible]
Shawn Taylor, Hot 97
Damion Young, Big shout out to fresh Jordan
Ellie mtv, Irv Gotti, Murda, Inc
My nigga Ja, dj Clue, Desert Storm
The Hard Knock Life, Backstage y'all
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Crime Life (With Lil' Cease & Ja Rule) Lyrics

Memphis Bleek – Crime Life (With Lil' Cease & Ja Rule) Lyrics