Crime Wave Lyrics

from Before I Self Destruct

"Crime Wave" is track #3 on the album Before I Self Destruct. It was written by Jackson, Curtis James / Bond, Angelo / Weatherspoon, William Henry.
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"Crime Wave" is track #3 on the album Before I Self Destruct. It was written by Jackson, Curtis James / Bond, Angelo / Weatherspoon, William Henry.
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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

Songwriters
JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / BOND, ANGELO / WEATHERSPOON, WILLIAM HENRY

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