[Andre Nickatina:]
I roll weed like an outlaw;
I'm right-handed, but still I'm a south paw.
My gold rings are just for amusement;
Yo, it's 1 A.M., let the liquor and the booze in.
I dress fresh like Cappadonna,
You might see me talkin' shit to all the chefs down at Benihana.

[The Jacka:]
To be completely honest, I only see piranhas,
And all my niggas mobbin', the heat is right beside us.
Six-fifteen, slappin' hard, we never move in silence;
All about our cheese, small but we sleep in chimes
Try'na shake the sirens,
Everything is harass,
So all this shit is timeless,
Need zeros with the commas.

[Andre Nickatina:]
I stake claim like a dice game,
And I say "Where is my steak? "
When the beans and the rice came.
You know my life is 'bout to ride them poor,
So tell them bitches I was born to ball,
And I won't call;
It's the last call,
And it's packed, y'all,
Cognac and rollin' weed like an outlaw.

[Chorus:]
Crime, and crime don't pay.
Everybody know me out here in the bay.
Say what you say, put it on display,
It's somethin' like religion where we stay.
Man, my middle name is

Crime, and crime don't pay.
Everybody know me out here in the bay.
Say what you say, put it on display,
It's somethin' like religion where we stay.
Man, my middle name is crime.

[The Jacka:]
It's been a long time, youngin,
Change ain't comin, '
Long dry summer,
'Til you hear this thunder.
Four-eleven posse, all you smell is rubber,
Two-eleven robbery, born in a struggle.
Mom's ashamed of me, but I still love her;
Could tell her my street story, but that don't concern her,
Niggas died in my arms so I sleep with the burner.
Cry and mourn but the pains still ponder,
Say we in a storm, but the rain ain't agua.
Red and blue lights, spotlights, helicopter,
Here's what we faced and we placed in a lockbox.
One of my cellmates say he facin' a lifetime,
So I beat it down, took my pain from that long ride;
Never drop a tear but it never made your soul cry.
Won't nobody care when you're praying like "Oh, God, "
Locked in a basement and the years just roll by.

[Andre Nickatina:]
Chyea!
I'm complex like a foster child,
With marijuana in the car, and the beat is loud.
Ask Cunningham Motor, "Can I see the foul? "
Ask them broke-ass bitches, "How you like me now? "
Khan!
My mind state is like four glocks,
'Cause you can hear me going over like eight blocks.
My homie did six years with just eight rocks,
Got out, he got arrested at the same spot.
Damn!
I get you back like laser tag,
And it's something like Ali and Frasier had.
Such a beautiful mind when you count the math;
I ain't payin' for nothin' so collect the tab, baby.

[Chorus:]
Crime, and crime don't pay.
Everybody know me out here in the bay.
Say what you say, put it on display,
It's somethin' like religion where we stay.
Man, my middle name is

Crime, and crime don't pay.
Everybody know me out here in the bay.
Say what you say, put it on display,
It's somethin' like religion where we stay.
Man, my middle name is crime.