God Connections — текст песни (Al` Tariq)

Uhh, uhh
Uhh, hey uh hey
What it is, what it is.. crime pays in mad ways -> Raekwon

[Al` Tariq]
Yo, yo, bust it
How I was walkind mindin my own biz, here it is
I see these two kids bouncin, my way
Eyes blood red with venom
And somethin tellin me that I best not offend `em
But they don`t even know I got this badge
that I`m about to flash on that ass like two hits of hash
Pass by `em, eye `em
Peep money on the left got the toast
Niggaz ready to roast so I`m ghost
Then find another victim so I can jig `em
Act like I`m po`-po`, be like YO YO and stick `em
Trick `em out their currents, them dirty greens
And in the process, stoppin all the flow from fiends
It`s all good cause in my hood it`s better, if my baretta
give these po` folks some cheddar to the letter
A present day - Robin Hood, crime pays in mad ways nigga
It`s all good

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
From here on nothing goes down unless I`m involved -> Frank White
crime pays in mad ways -> Raekwon
No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing..
You guys got FAT while everybody schtraved on the street -> F. White
crime pays in mad ways -> Raekwon

It`s my turn.. -> Frank White

[Al` Tariq]
Aiyyo, I`ve been checkin these stick-up kids for weeks
Seein how they pull they jobs and go trick with freaks
I seeks a weakness, in their armor, so I can harm a
crimi-nal with top residu-als, I shall be back
with exact means to get him
Tighten up the grip and let these hollow points hit him
Split him, send they whole crew in mad directions
Correction, I think I`ll make this other selection
Their leader, numero un`, the top cheese
FREEZE! Don`t make me have to load up to squeeze nigga
I don`t mind wettin up yo` type try me you dirty slimy
sleazy greasy grimey - where the safe at?
That`s when he show and prove that he a liar
Find and clean the stash and set his fuckin crib on fire
I`m yo` sire, hittin these crooks to fix my hood
Crime pays in mad ways, nigga it`s all good

[Chorus]

It`s my turn.. -> Frank White

[Al` Tariq]
Bust it, I`m shoppin Sears for wears that I can put on in Foot Locker
For other soles to put my foot on, but right then and, there
My vision peeps `em, to dirty fleece `em
Thinkin nobody sees `em, boostin
So I exhale like Whitney Houston, then start accusin
these tricks for their intrusion, exclusin
Mr. Al` Tariq from your profits, you better stop it
Shorties hold to drop it, or cop it
witcha greenbacks I know you`re holdin, like the feds
Just some high-rollers rollin, I`m told in, your profession
money be flowin, but all I`m knowin
is my shorties, they keep on growin, so bust it
Peep the science here`s the plan - I`ll be your man
Give me what you can
Snd I won`t ever stop y`all from boostin in my hood
Crime pays in mad ways baby it`s all good

[Chorus]

It`s my turn.. -> Frank White

{*King of New York samples and Raekwon scratches ad libbed to fade*}



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