Raze The Crime Rate

Lyrics

[Chorus] What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what [Verse 1: Fredro Starr] I catch a body on the track, if you see me then I'm probably strapped Back street is where I'm probably at 'Cause it's prime time, the whole family in crime Hand me the nine and I'm blamming the nine Fuck around throw a slug in your back, all my youngers clap From a niggas throwing drugs in they rap This the gang pop, range drop Wet niggas like rain drop, the gang got guns from Bangkok Don't chastise, blast 5s crash 5s All for the love of the cash My [?] paid nine ways, three hundred and sixty five days Me sicker than crime wave We ain't playing no games, saying no names Niggas better stay in their lane, we waiting to aim Thirty shots breaking your frame, shaking the game Niggas is brain-dead, niggas is walking dead [Chorus] What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz] The four fifty show loud it will blow your eardrums out You know the stick will go out and clear this whole bitch out Ain't a chance a rapper punking me, I'll air y'all out Try to apologize want to [?] a lot Better tread lightly, my cell number is scam likely I need some new haters, the old ones are starting to like me Don't entice me, better talk to me nicely Unless you want a riot, nigga don't insight me Yeah, it's a fucking calamity Blood makes us related, loyalty makes us family I give you the Hip-Hop start up kit They get your sticky fingers, you don't want to no part of that shit [Chorus] What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate What what [Verse 3: Ricky Bats] Ayo Onyx and Bats, what's hotter than that? The boy could rap on any track he gonna murder it, facts, you know the stats Assassin with the kid, he gonna spring shit up So get the fuck up out their way we gon' raise it up I'll set the bar high, not everyone who could jump reach It's all grind, don't give a fuck if niggas like me That's all fine, in due time y'all niggas gonna see That all we got is us, no trust in these Evil Streets But that's the way we walk in New York on the concrete jungle Who wanna rumble with the hottest MC? Me, Ricky B your true spitter for realla Who fucks with gorillas, lions and tigers and bears who dare to be killers Whose liable stab you right in the face with screwdriver They use pliers, don't get it twisted 'Cause a hurricane will come and lift shit I'm gifted in other things that evolve as biscuits [Chorus] What what, this is raising the crime rate What what, this is raising the crime rate