Big Crimes lyrics

by

The Game


[Intro]
Big H
Popek
WagWan Productions
Whisper on the beat
H Inside

[Chorus: Big H]
Still killing them cats, n*ggas feeling my raps
Had to school them, this is English and Maths
I get A*'s, when I spray bars, get high when I blaze fam call the fire brigade

Killing them cats, n*ggas feeling my raps
Had to school them, this is English and Maths
I get A*'s, when I spray bars, get high when I blaze fam call the fire brigade

[Verse 1: Big H]
Done many crimes, paid many fines, been in the Transit, handcuffed, many times
More hoe's, I'm talking more shows, score goals like Paul Scholes
When it comes to the coke I'm qualified, call 5-0 tell 'em it's a homicide

Please pay respect, or I will spray the Tec
Black whip, I'm sick, lemme take a breath
I don't ask once, when I blast punks, Mac-10 had n*ggas doing starjumps
Yeah, I'm talking loads of paper, call the flying squad get me a negotiator
[Chorus: Big H]

[Verse 2: Big H]
I stay awake, stood by the door with the small .38, stood by the door all I'm gonna wait, they were like H, goodness sake
Call it a day, call it a night, call it a war, call it a fight
Grab the machine-gun shoot on sight, they were like H, are you alright

Am I alright, am I alright, writing this tune I was up all night
I'm up for anything, up for a fight, grab the machine shoot on sight
Say something safe, if you say anything say it to my face
Why these fools wanna hate on H, I can't hear them I was in space

I and I worship carry two swords, I and I music where's my [?] too much violence I was ignored, smashed in windows kicked in doors, big online run up in stores, they were like H, this ain't yours, Bloodline T-Shirt's I was on tours

[Chorus: Big H]

[Verse 3: Popek]
Chodz pokażę Ci Londyn
Pokaże Ci gdzie splonął
Gdzie wybuchały bomby
Zobaczysz wszystkie zakazane mordy ziomuś
Sto narodowści tutaj mieszka w jednym domu
Mordują się jak w grach
Robią wjazd na chate komuś
Tutaj GTA na żywo oglądam z balkonu
Zamieszki, rozpierdol już jara się Tottenham
Zajebali tam gangstera z Londyńskiego ghetta
Dzieciaki ze wszystkich gangów stoją z butelkami w rękach
150 na godzinę przeżjdża karetka
Policja przestępca kałmie i przekręca
Zastrzelił go policjant jak płatny morderca
Każdy ponad prawem o tym ta piosenka
Brutalnie zajebali Marka krew mają na rekach
[Outro]
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