Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
Madlib
Madlib
Programming
Walt Barr
Walt Barr
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Otis Jackson
Otis Jackson
Songwriter
Mary Ellen Haberman
Mary Ellen Haberman
Songwriter
Steve Haberman
Steve Haberman
Songwriter
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Producer
Madlib
Madlib
Producer
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Producer
Eothen Alapatt
Eothen Alapatt
Producer
Sidney "Speakerbomb" Miller
Sidney "Speakerbomb" Miller
Recording Engineer
Rich Gains
Rich Gains
Recording Engineer
Fabian Hummel
Fabian Hummel
Recording Engineer
Mario Caldato Jr
Mario Caldato Jr
Mixing Engineer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah (It's a wave) Crime pays, crime pays (Yeah) Yeah, yeah Crime pays, nigga, crime pays Choppin' up this change with cocaine in my microwave Made it through my whole month with my lights out, I seen brighter days Watch this shit get me high, boy, you live and you die by this game Homeboy just caught HIV, he lived and he died by his ho Have we ever hit the same bitch before? Ain't nobody know Have we ever hit the same bitch before? Wasn't nobody business Niggas be fuckin' these hoes and say, "Fuck insurance and doctor visits" Fly like the wind, it's time to begin your life (Say, "Fuck insurance and doctor visits") You've got control to start again and do it right Look to the sky and you will feel how to live a life that's real (That's real) To the perfect harmony, when the spirit is free (Yeah, yeah) Crime pays, nigga, crime pays Choppin' up this change with cocaine in my microwave Diamonds in my chain, yeah, I slang but I'm still a slave Twisted in the system, just a number listed on the page Made it through my whole month with my lights out, I seen brighter days Watch this shit get me high, boy, you live and you die by this game Bitch, don't touch my body 'Cause I put your body all off in a bodyslam You ain't gon' hurt nobody Go body for body but we the body gang The ho that you brought out to Cali But she only fuckin' with you 'cause you fuckin' with Kane Thought she was boostin' her credit With niggas like you that just ain't got enough on their name Thought I would front you another one Niggas like you that just ain't got enough on the books Talkin' that shit in the booth but when niggas come shoot at you You couldn't do nothin' but look My niggas done bust a four nickel on your nigga Bust him, now he on a shit bag His homie done borrowed a car and he got it shot up Now I know that his bitch mad He steadily called up my phone and you huffin' and puffin' 'Cause they at your bitch, duckin' And Rocky done went and bought Jeezy a pair of new shoes That nigga was dick-suckin', yeah Fly like the wind, it's time to begin your life (Dick suckin'-ass nigga) You've got control to start again and do it right (That nigga was dick suckin') Look to the sky and you will feel how to live a life that's real To the perfect harmony, when the spirit is free Crime pays, nigga, crime pays Yeah, crime pays, nigga, crime pays Crime pays, nigga, crime pays We champion people This station rules the nation with version Huh!
Writer(s): Freddie Gibbs, Steve Haberman, Mary Ellen Haberman, Otis Lee Jackson Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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