Raze The Crime Rate
[Chorus]
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
I catch a body on the track, if you see me then I'm probably strapped
Back street is where I'm probably at
'Cause it's prime time, the whole family in crime
Hand me the nine and I'm blamming the nine
Fuck around throw a slug in your back, all my youngers clap
From a niggas throwing drugs in they rap
This the gang pop, range drop
Wet niggas like rain drop, the gang got guns from Bangkok
Don't chastise, blast 5s crash 5s
All for the love of the cash
My [?] paid nine ways, three hundred and sixty five days
Me sicker than crime wave
We ain't playing no games, saying no names
Niggas better stay in their lane, we waiting to aim
Thirty shots breaking your frame, shaking the game
Niggas is brain-dead, niggas is walking dead
[Chorus]
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
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[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]
The four fifty show loud it will blow your eardrums out
You know the stick will go out and clear this whole bitch out
Ain't a chance a rapper punking me, I'll air y'all out
Try to apologize want to [?] a lot
Better tread lightly, my cell number is scam likely
I need some new haters, the old ones are starting to like me
Don't entice me, better talk to me nicely
Unless you want a riot, nigga don't insight me
Yeah, it's a fucking calamity
Blood makes us related, loyalty makes us family
I give you the Hip-Hop start up kit
They get your sticky fingers, you don't want to no part of that shit
[Chorus]
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what
[Verse 3: Ricky Bats]
Ayo Onyx and Bats, what's hotter than that?
The boy could rap on any track he gonna murder it, facts, you know the stats
Assassin with the kid, he gonna spring shit up
So get the fuck up out their way we gon' raise it up
I'll set the bar high, not everyone who could jump reach
It's all grind, don't give a fuck if niggas like me
That's all fine, in due time y'all niggas gonna see
That all we got is us, no trust in these Evil Streets
But that's the way we walk in New York on the concrete jungle
Who wanna rumble with the hottest MC?
Me, Ricky B your true spitter for realla
Who fucks with gorillas, lions and tigers and bears who dare to be killers
Whose liable stab you right in the face with screwdriver
They use pliers, don't get it twisted
'Cause a hurricane will come and lift shit
I'm gifted in other things that evolve as biscuits
[Chorus]
What what, this is raising the crime rate
What what, this is raising the crime rate