Yo, as a criminal element
You roll for the hell of it.
Counting your money.
Cause, You love the smell if it.

You need the mind of a Einstien.
The heart of a serpentine.
Pick out your victim,
And put em' in the bread line.

Your measures are drastic.
Vicious, fantastic.
get ready to blow.
Cause Your flow is pyroclastic.

Now, your bitches start banking.
Punks start tanking
Your on top
And it's God your thanking.

So, now you did it your way.
You called every fuckn' play.
And your still alive.
So you know it's crime that pays.