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All generals stand in line, salute nigga [Verse 1:] You know me from spendin the loot Also put rims on the coupe Remember Duke I spin to shoot I ain't here to kid to you Skip a loose, get an ounce, flip a deuce, hit the stoop Remember stupid I'm here to tell you that I'm living proof CRIME PAYS! I'm glad you hate, nigga go masterbate Took my cap and gown bitches but I ain't graduate CRIME PAYS! What a vision to see O.G. glisten and glee, sit in the V Did it in three, homeboy listen to me [Hook:] Crime pays 99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway Crime pays I got a record company, liquor and clothing line Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine [Verse 2:] BIRD CAGE! That's what it's gonna be Letras de canciones3rd grade Mr. Massey asked us what we wanna be Jeff said a lifeguard, Bobby said a firefighter Jeff gonna have a Porsche and Bobby said he'll have a Spyder David said police, Wanda said she wished to dance They gonna get married, have a big crib in France I started actin up, wait a minute back it up This ain't math class but this shit ain't adding up Then Mr. Massey looked and that's when the teacher asked "You got a problem Cam" Yeah, I should teach this class Maybe I'll reach they ass, Tell em they don't need to have degrees in math Know your credit, debit, plus receipts for cash A few geeks had laughed, I told the dude stop your wishin You won't have a pot to piss in with that damn job you gettin Call Cam a gift, they wasn't understanding this Damn I'm rich, a drug dealer turned out philanthropist [Hook: x2] Crime pays 99 ways, 9 gauge, AK-47 homey hit the highway Crime pays I got a record company, liquor and clothing line Cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine From Letras Mania