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Crime Wave

by 50 Cent

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When the strap out, you know what that 'bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave Woah, wave, woah, wave I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all Woah, wave, woah, wave I'm not telling you to shoot somebody But if somebody try to shoot you shoot 'em Don't waste time, little nigga just do it Any nigga out of order must be serviced See now now you hesitating, boy, you making me nervous The Feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet Front on me, try to run from me, hollows be up your back, B Pistol pop, copper top, burn, baby, burn Revolver spinning again and again, you niggas never learn Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga So if you hit me and you get me I'll be back to get ya Man I might bring the homies in that's if it's necessary See you might not be worried, but I think you should worry Them bullets come in flurries, next thing you know you're buried Yeah, I do away with nine niggas in nine days My nine sprays when shit don't go my way Hold it sideways, fuck around, cause a crime wave When the strap out, you know what that 'bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave Woah, wave, woah, wave I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all Woah, wave, woah, wave I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me Yeah, I'm #1 on Forbes Yeah, they can't fuck with your boy Tax time is crack time, I flip that, get that back Louie V. nap sack filled up with G-stacks I'm sick in the head, me I'm all 'bout the bread Go 'head fuck with the kid, see it's just what I said See the stash, I'm making double, making kilos bubble Gem star, boy, I cut you til' your ma don't know you See when we play them warriors come out to play You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today See I'm back on the shit I was on before So if a nigga try to stunt we gon' take 'em to war When the strap out, you know what that 'bout We do it my way, cause a crime wave Woah, wave, woah, wave I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak Plead the fifth y'all, don’t tell 'em shit y'all Woah, wave, woah, wave Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can't fuck with me Yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit you up for me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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