Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
Artistas intérpretes
Freddie Gibbs
Intérprete
Madlib
Intérprete
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Otis Jackson
Autoría
Mary Ellen Haberman
Autoría
Steve Haberman
Autoría
Fredrick Tipton
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Freddie Gibbs
Producción
Madlib
Producción
Ben "Lambo" Lambert
Producción
Eothen Alapatt
Producción
Sidney "Speakerbomb" Miller
Ingeniería de grabación
Rich Gains
Ingeniería de grabación
Eric Sandavol
Ingeniería de grabación
Fabian Hummel
Ingeniería de grabación
Mario Caldato Jr.
Ingeniería de mezcla
Dave Cooley
Masterización
Letra
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (It's a wave)
Crime pays, crime pays (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Crime pays, ****, 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 knee 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
**** be fuckin' these hoes and say, "Fuck insurance and doctor visits"
[Bridge]
Fly like the wind, it's time to begin your life
**** be sellin' dope and 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)
Truth and perfect harmony, when the spirit is free (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Crime pays, ****, 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 knee 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 body sling
You ain't gon' hurt nobody, go body for body, but we, the body gang
The ho that you brought out to Cali, boy, she only fuckin' with you 'cause you fuckin' with Kane
Thought she was boostin' her credit with **** like you that just ain't got enough on their name
Thought I would front you another one, **** like you that just ain't got enough on the books
Talkin' that shit in the booth, but when **** come shoot at you, you couldn't do nothin' but look
My **** done bust a four nickel on your ****, 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 Roc, he done went and bought Jeezy a pair of new shoes, that **** was dicksuckin', yeah
[Bridge]
Fly like the wind, it's time to begin your life (Dicksuckin' ass ****, that **** was dicksuckin')
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
Truth and perfect harmony, when the spirit is free
[Outro]
Crime pays, ****, crime pays
Yeah, crime pays, ****, crime pays
Crime pays, ****, crime pays
[Outro]
We champion people
This station rules the nation with version
Huh!
Written by: Freddie Gibbs, Mary Ellen Haberman, Otis Jackson, Otis Jackson Jr, Steve Haberman

