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Only Crime R J R

Bloodshot eyes when I look at my past I never meant to be the last one to see Thatt I'm always falling We're not alone like we sometimes feel I'm falling

, I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime

was the only one But it's too late, too late She's gone You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Cool J

beat kids with lead pipes I leave a trail of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggaz jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided Crimes are

up, and plus a cellular Yo Big Noyd! I can't cope (What up cuzin'?) With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope Yo, it's the R, a double P, E, R

is Keep the gun cocked Keep the gun cocked Represent Double R The hood know what it is Keep the gun cocked Keep the gun cocked Boost the crime rate The

already got three chil'run Arguin over babysitters like, "Bitch - it's yo' turn!" Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you Even your superficial raps is super official R-R-R

'm gonna blow cause I'm so connected Swiss gonna produce, Jay gonna promote the record Who hard as me, I did a song with R, but I ain't on no R&B stuff

(feat. Sheek Louch) J.R., Sean Kingston! [Chorus:] You're way too beautiful girl That's why it'll never work You'll have me suicidal, suicidal When