Crime Stories Songtext / Lyric

{*Judge talking*}



[Verse One]

Twent-five years in the state penitentary

Tried to pull off the biggest crime of the century

Pulled out the ten-side nine milimeter

Went out to rob, sticking up sweeter

Never had a job you gonna work for ya

Major escape but a basehead saw ya

You got it under control, you rock and roll

Crime is in your soul, you go on for the goal

Comin' home late with your trigger finger aching

Got in the beef for some buckwilds (?) they making

Drivin' fast, I can lay in the lane

Caught with a kilo, now explain!






[Chorus (LL Cool J)]

Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time (Crime Stories!)

Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time

Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time

Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time

Don't do it!



[Verse Two]

Uzi's, nines, forty-fives and Macks

Cocaine on the brain, gold chains and jacks

Hitman for hire, big contracts

In fact he got macked cause the eye-contact

Bought a .38 so now he's a wanna-be master

Come on, baby, I eat steak and lobster

I got a Mercedes-Benz, I be as double-(?) as your friends

But what about the hidden camera lens?

Cortex-style, but you're countin' that money

Then the brothers who diss think they sooo funny

They took yours - you thought you was nice

But now pay the price - they put you on ice!



[Chorus (LL Cool J)]

Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time (Crime Stories!)



{*Judge talking*}



[Verse Three]

Guilty! You get paid for crime

I get paid to rhyme on time and in my mind

I see I might have to find a even harder groove

I got a smarter move

No crime no time, now that's smooth

Who wants to play a cell and waste time as well

I'd much rather be L than in hell

Cause I might never go and stick up sell

And end up like them with dry pistol smell

I'd much rather earn mines and get mines

Make up stacks and cracks and write def rhymes

He cuts so quick and I'm sharp as a knife

I got sentenced to rock, 25 to life!



[Chorus (LL Cool J)]

Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time (Crime Stories!)

Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time

Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time

Don't do the crime, if you can't do the time

Don't do it!



[Verse Four]

Cut-throat killer, proud of the fact he kills

He got in the beef, he said stand back to chill

Pulled out the gun, the crowd started to run

BOOM! (?) boy is done!

Went around braggin', yeah boy I dit it, I admit it

The description of the killer - I fit it

If the cops wanna catch me, they better come with it

I shot the bullet and homeboy bit it

Like a (?), I put a pounder

I'm fond o' kill or be killed, long as my pockets get rounder

I'm on my own, I'm alone, and I roll for me

Caught with a pistol -1-2-3