Crime Story

Lyrics

[Intro: Shyheim & Superb] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Crime Story, titled "I gotta get it however, whenever" (All my niggas know) Whoever, wherever (They live the streets, whatever go down, whatever go down) Follow me up one time like my man Poppy Da, you know? (I'm with you, Shy, I'm with you) [Verse 1: Shyheim & Superb] Time for some action, it was June 1st Me and my co., we ran up in a check casher on Tompkins and Broad I told the teller, "Don't act funny with the money, 'cause the money ain't yours We got twenty hostages, and ready to die for this" Squig said, "She movin' too slow, I'm ready to pop this bitch" Then he shot the bitch (Baow), and we had to move quick Grab the cash money and foodstamps, and jetted towards the whip Jump-started the vehicle, drove a block or two Looked in the rearview, noticed the boys in blue (Yo, there they go, there they go, did you see 'em?) Then I bust a u-turn, you could smell the rubber burn I dusted 'em like a wet bag of sherms (Ahh) From Uptown, slowed down and made a left at the light (Woah) Started flowing, unboared, veered to the left (Stop, stop, stop) Parked in front of 27 Warren, we ran up in the buildin' With two bid, like duffel bags with at least half a million (We came off) Ran up in the crib, shut the door, the sweat started pouring That's when I heard the sirens roarin' Yo, fuck the sirens, son we came off, we blastin Any nigga come in here we comin through, like [Chorus: Superb] We do the same shit in my projects Loungin', listenin' to Flex, just thinkin' of crime In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes Some used to snort dimes and do robberies [Verse 2: Shyheim & Superb] "Come out with your hands up, we have you surrounded!" Heard it over bullhorn, one officer shouted I said, "This is it son, is you 'bout it? See you in Hell" Looked my man in the eyes, we started bustin' off shells Goin' all out, backin the ATF down Fifty-two days, David Koresh style They got the sharpshooters out on the project roof It's 12 o'clock noon, the old lady yelled, "Don't shoot!" Then I heard a shot, my heart stopped Then my man dropped, I fumbled the Glock (Ayo, what the fuck?) And got tackled by four cops They cuffed me up, fucked me up, brought me to the precinct Ain't feed me all weekend, all I was doin' was thinkin' I blew trial (Damn) and they threw the book at me, and I'm still readin' You could hear the stories over and over in the hood Got to live to regret, if I could take it back I would (Word, son) Didn't plan to be like this, we both dead I hung it up, 'cause I couldn't hold my head Yo, these streets is terrible, son [Chorus: Superb] Yo, we do the same shit in my projects Loungin', listenin' to Flex, just thinkin' of crime In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes Some used to snort dimes and do robberies We do the same shit in my projects Loungin', listenin' to Flex, just thinkin' of crime In the hard times, niggas I know sell dimes Some used to snort dimes and do stick-ups, don [Outro: Superb] For real, crime Without that, we would be starvin'