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JA RULE lyrics : "Crime Scene"

[Dave Bing]
The $#&@ is wrong with y'all ^!$$%z
You think this %#@! is a game ^!$$%

Like it ain't about murder and cocaine ^!$$%
The $#&@ is wrong wit y'all
It's Murder Inc ^!$$%

With some Dave Bing %#@!
Stop gettin it $#&@ed up
Yeah


[Dave Bing]
Yo the first dollar for me

I admit it the block did it
Murder came with it
Nice cars and dime (*##$es

Hangin out late
Nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines

Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine
On the grind, you better keep your $$# in line
Cuz from the get-get-go ^!$$%, say it ain't so ^!$$%

You was watchin me through your window ^!$$%
Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes
Middle finger in the air screamin $#&@ one time

As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
@@#! it back, then tell your crew to relax

Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest
And thats the whole sixteen coppin in safeen


[Tah Murdah]
Mother$#&@er when you see Tah

Bet I'm holdin a fifth and a full clip
At any given moment to flip on some bull%#@!
Spit it sick, flowin like alien

And I'm way beyond flashin
So if you see crumbs ^!$$%, get to dashin
I mastered the game, accurate aim

Put two in you
Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range
For this hover dough

Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico
Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho

I hope y'all ^!$$%z really ready cuz my steel is heavy
And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
^!$$% peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks

I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps
But now I'm on some click-clack
Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that

Where they at, y'all ^!$$%z want it
We right here, let me make myself clear
^!$$% we can't be touched

The $#&@ y'all want

[Ronnie Bumps]

From rob men that rob grown men
And be the one hustlin til the one come in
The worst ^!$$%z @@#! back, and spit for gin

Til the day we win ^!$$%z is gonna fall from wood hall
Thugs who seen it all, this is war
The streets ain't the same no more

^!$$%z came to keep the roar but ??? on the floor
Let's explore, whoevers quick on the draw is the law
The $#&@ you set these rules for

It's the streets
My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs

Now stand up, and watch my hustlin ^!$$%z rush the club
Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb
Mother$#&@er, do you know me?

Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
My slugs will be your homeys
Pop the glock and make you know me


[Black Child]
I was only fourteen doin my thing
Gettin cream in Jamaica Queens
^!$$%z scheme for they dreams

Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot
Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block
$#&@ cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks
Lace shots, at them snitch ^!$$%z, snap box
Black Child couldn't go play with the children

Cuz I was too buisy pumpin up them jums in the buildin
While most kids went to school to maintain
I was in the spot cookin up cocaine
The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy
Caught a body and shot up his house party

Time to relocate, I better transport my weight
Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state
Catch me in Virginia I ain't gonna never surrender
Unless I'm dead or injured and thats somethin to rememeber ^!$$%


[O1]
Yo it ain't nuthin but murder one
^!$$%z holdin they guns and bustin em
My ^!$$%z foul son we spray up the block
And leave bystanders numb and braindumb
^!$$%z heard the shots but where they commin from

I squeezed off and hit his (*##$ up, my aim's off
But $#&@ it, ^!$$% rob the block for twelve hundred
So I came off, if it's murder you want it's murder I give
Makin it harder for ^!$$%z to live for you and your kids
No question, murder perfection dog
I'm runnin through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
God knows I'm layin for him bustin at the sky

My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him
You better believe him, killin ^!$$%z dead for this dream
By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams
Now hows bout this ^!$$% O goin all out for the dough
Yo I show out, $#&@ around and get blowed out
Ugh

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