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Twent-five in the state penitentary
Tried to pull off the crime of the century
Pulled out the ten-side milimeter
out to rob, sticking up sweeter
Never had a job you work for ya
escape but a basehead saw ya
You got it under control, you rock and
Crime is in soul, you go on for the goal
Comin' home late with your finger aching
Got in the beef for some buckwilds (?) they
Drivin' fast, I can lay in the
Caught a kilo, now explain!

[Chorus (LL J)]
do the crime, if you can't do the time (Crime Stories!)
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the
Don't do the crime, if you do the time
do the crime, if you can't do the time
do it!

[Verse
Uzi's, nines, and Macks
on the brain, gold chains and jacks
Hitman for hire, big
In fact he got cause the eye-contact
a .38 so now he's a wanna-be master
Come on, baby, I eat steak and
I got a Mercedes-Benz, I be as double-(?) as your
But what about the hidden lens?
Cortex-style, but countin' that money
Then the brothers who diss they sooo funny
They yours - you thought you was nice
But now pay the - they put you on ice!

(LL Cool J)]
Don't do the crime, if you do the time (Crime Stories!)

talking*}

[Verse
Guilty! You get for crime
I get paid to rhyme on and in my mind
I see I might have to find a harder groove
I got a move
No crime no time, now smooth
Who wants to play a cell and waste time as
I'd much rather be L than in
Cause I might never go and stick up
And end up like them dry pistol smell
I'd much rather earn mines and get
Make up stacks and cracks and write def
He cuts so and I'm sharp as a knife
I got to rock, 25 to life!

(LL Cool J)]
Don't do the crime, if you can't do the (Crime Stories!)
do the crime, if you can't do the time
Don't do the crime, if you do the time
do the crime, if you can't do the time
do it!

[Verse
killer, proud of the fact he kills
He got in the beef, he said stand to chill
Pulled out the gun, the started to run
BOOM! (?) boy is done!
Went around braggin', yeah boy I dit it, I it
The of the killer - I fit it
If the cops wanna me, they better come with it
I the bullet and homeboy bit it
a (?), I put a pounder
I'm fond o' kill or be killed, as my pockets get rounder
I'm on my own, I'm alone, and I for me
with a pistol -1-2-3