50 Cent – Crime Wave

Crime Wave is another wonderful and hypnotizing hip hop and rap song created by an exceptional rapper, 50 Cent.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 07 on his top charting album project called “Before I Self Destruct” was officially released on 9 November 2009.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

When the strap out, you know what that ’bout

We do it my way, cause a crime wave

Whoa – wave – whoa – wave

I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak

Plead the fifth y’all, don’t tell ’em shit y’all

Whoa – wave – whoa – wave

I’m not telling you to shoot somebody

But if somebody try to shoot you, shoot ’em

Don’t waste time, little nigga, just do it

Any nigga out of order must be serviced

See now, now you hesitating, boy, you making me nervous

The Feds know I clap heat, felonies on my rap sheet

Front on me, try to run from me, hollows heat up your back, B

Pistol pop, copper top, burn, baby, burn

Revolver spin again and again and niggas never learn

Got a itchy itchy itchy itchy trigger finger, nigga

So if you hit me and you get me, I’ll be back to get ya

Man I might bring the homies in that’s if it’s necessary

See, you might not be worried, but I think you should worry

Them bullets come in flurries, next thing you know, you’re buried

Yeah, I do away with nine niggas in nine days

My nine sprays when shit don’t go my way

Hold it sideways, fuck around, cause a crime wave

When the strap out, you know what that ’bout

We do it my way, cause a crime wave

Whoa – wave – whoa – wave

I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak

Plead the fifth y’all, don’t tell ’em shit y’all

Whoa – wave – whoa – wave

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

I talk about my arsenal, I rap about my infantry

Them crackers they be scared of me, the hood man, they into me

Yeah, I’m #1 on Forbes

Yeah, they can’t fuck with your boy

Tax time is crack time, I flip that, get that back

Louie V. nap sack filled up with G-stacks

I’m sick in the head, me, I’m all ’bout the bread

Go ‘head fuck with the kid, see it’s just what I said

See the stash, I’m making double, making kilos bubble

Gem star, boy, I cut you ’til’ your ma don’t know you

See, when we play, them warriors come out to play

You wanna play? Get your ass laid out today

See, I’m back on the shit I was on before

So if a nigga try to stunt, we gon’ take ’em to war

When the strap out, you know what that ’bout

We do it my way, cause a crime wave

Whoa – wave – whoa – wave

I wave the heat to eat, waive my right to speak

Plead the fifth y’all, don’t tell ’em shit y’all

Whoa – wave – whoa – wave

Man, I be on some other shit, these niggas can’t fuck with me

Yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The homie said he fuck with me, I have him hit you up for me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah