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Crime Wave by 50 Cent - Official Movie Music Video HD | 50 Cent Music
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
The Barrino Brothers
The Barrino Brothers
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Angelo Bond
Angelo Bond
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Danny Zacharias
Danny Zacharias
Songwriter
Jason Fragala
Jason Fragala
Songwriter
William Weatherspoon
William Weatherspoon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer
Team Demo
Team Demo
Producer

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When the strap out you know what that 'bout We do it my way 'cause a crime wave Whoa, wave, whoa, wave I wave the heat deep with my right to speak Leave the clip y'all and talk shit y'all Whoa, wave, whoa, wave I'm not tellin' you to shoot somebody But if somebody try to shoot you shoot 'em Don't waste time, lil' nigga just do it Any nigga out of order must be serviced See now now you hesitatin' boy you makin' 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, dime for dime, burn, baby, burn Revolver spinnin 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, which it 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 Whoa, wave, whoa, wave I wave the heat deep with my right to speak Leave the clip y'all and talk shit y'all Whoa, wave, whoa, wave Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 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 number one on Forbes Yeah, they can't fuck witcha boy 'Tack time is crank time, I flip that, get that back Louie V knapsack 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 makin' double makin' kilos bubble Jim stop, 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 Whoa, wave, whoa, wave I wave the heat deep with my right to speak Leave the clip y'all and talk shit y'all Whoa, wave, whoa, wave Oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can't fuck with me Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit ya up for me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Angelo Bond, Curtis James Jackson Iii, William Henry Weatherspoon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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