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{*thunder &

Killah Priest]
Crime, Crime (Will someone help me?)
Crime Stories (Someone me)
Stories (I'm dyin)
Crime

Priest]
The mobster, coat and brim hat, staggered in the rain
Fallin, the .38, breathin heavy, beneath a window pane
Sideways from cop {*cop sirens*}, echoes through his ears
And the blended with his tears, heart full of fear
He's exhausted the loss of blood, his head is drowsy
He thought to his self, "Damn, all the fake niggas me"
So he fought off a thug, breathin
With the weapon in his hand that he held was
His face was
Damn, what you do when you at the door of life and
you staggered 22 blocks, with a bullet in your chest
Plus you wet
You might catch pneumonia, suddenly you smelt smell death's aroma
It burnt his nose hairs ammonia
He inhaled deep fell asleep
his eyes in Hell
Where he saw every nigga he made the
Every addict with a bad habit
drug users and every needle abuser
Never knew he for Lucifer
He his eyes and opened them again (Yo)
But still, he was there the fire and brimstone
is your home (Uh-oh), that's it, end of poem
(Help me! AGGGH! HELP! sound*} HELP!)