Crime Stories - One Deep

Amsterdam, West 83rd

Two for five, that’s the word

Drums packed, real fat, the product is raw

One flight up left at the second door

With a mad flow the dope never low

And even though, the spots moves slow

Gotta devil’s grin, my spot pays dividends

From all the sins now I’m out in my Benz

Leavin' all to believe, money grows on trees

From cross seas, I receive my keys

And only one way, and no matter where I stay

It’s time to parlay makin' ends everyday

A straight nine-to-five is not for me

But this is how I’m livin' for crime stories

(Hook)

Yeah and ya don’t stop

I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks

Yeah and ya don’t stop

I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks

Yeah and ya don’t stop

I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks

Yeah and ya don’t stop

I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks

Yeah and ya don’t stop

I bust Mac-10s, oo-wops and Glocks

It’s your shorty papi chulo

Que? la gente sabe

Yo soy smooth and plus crazy suave

Life’s a bitch it’s time to make a switch

Off the drug pitch, dealin' steady getting rich

So what-choo think a taxable?

No deals made and never stackin money to the brink

Having head big time, smoking niggas who drop dimes

? watching for one time while doing my own crime

I tell you, that crime pays, while hanging in hallways

Paydays is always two for five, deuce or tres

Leaving heads in a straight stare for work I put out there

Reality’s worse fear? One Deep for your nightmare

So for what it’s worth I’m living my glory

It’s just another chapter of my crime stories

(Hook)

I’m pointing snitches at ditches while I’m making my riches

Collect from the bitches on the corner that?

No shorts in my income, credit I get none

Fools as I take some busting niggas with dum-dums (shots)

The scheme for cream, left you on the wrong team

And a dope fiend’s need with a dollar and a dream

Your arm is now twisted

It was me you was dissing your whole family is missing

I told you to listen, the game is not for you

I tried to forewarn you somehow it came through

Through the evil that men do

A straight nine-to-five is nothin' for me

Now I’m ending my tale of my crime stories

(Hook)

(Outro)

Special dedication to my brother?

And I can’t forget my big brother Manny

And? you know what I’m saying

My cousin Louie Lou

My man Soda, Big Todd, and Mano, you know what I’m saying

And yo we out, peace!