文本歌词

You know me from spendin the loot
Also put rims on the coupe
Remember Duke
I spin to shoot
I ain't here to kid to you
Skip a loose get an ounce flip a deuce hit the stoop
Remember stupid
I'm here to tell you that
I'm living proof
CRIME PAYS
I'm glad you hate n***a go masterbate
Took my cap and gown b***hes but
I ain't graduate
CRIME PAYS
What a vision to see
O G glisten and glee sit in the
Crime pays 99 ways 9 gauge
AK 47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company liquor and clothing line
BIRD CAGE
That's what it's gonna be 3rd grade
Mr Massey asked us what we wanna be
Jeff said a lifeguard
Bobby said a firefighter
Jeff gonna have a
Porsche and
Bobby said he'll have a
Spyder David said police
Wanda said she wished to dance
They gonna get married have a big crib in
France I started actin up wait a minute back it up
This ain't math class but this s**t ain't adding up
Then Mr Massey looked and that's when the teacher asked You got a problem Cam
Yeah I should teach this class
Maybe I'll reach they a*s
Tell em they don't need to have degrees in math
Know your credit debit plus receipts for cash
A few geeks had laughed
I told the dude stop your wishin
You won't have a pot to piss in with that d**n job you gettin
Call Cam a gift they wasn't understanding this
Crime pays 99 ways 9 gauge
AK 47 homey hit the highway
Crime pays
I got a record company liquor and clothing line
Cause my w**d was fresh coke was white d**e was nine