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• Artiste: Killah Priest
• Titre: Crime Stories (Interlude)
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[thunder & lightning] [Intro: Killah Priest] Crime, Crime Stories (Will someone help me?) Crime Stories (Someone help me) Crime Stories (I'm dyin) Crime Stories [Killah Priest] The mobster, long coat and brim hat, staggered in the rain Fallin, load the .38, breathin heavy, beneath a window pane Sideways from cop cars [cop sirens], echoes through his ears And the rain blended with his tears, heart full of fear He's exhausted from the loss of blood, his head is drowsy He thought to his self, "Damn, all the fake niggas around me" So he fought off a thug, breathin heavy With the weapon in his hand that he held was deadly His face was sweaty Damn, what you do when you at the door of life and death? Plus you staggered 22 blocks, with a bullet in your chest Plus you soakin wet You might catch pneumonia, suddenly you smelt smell death's foul aroma It burnt his nose hairs like ammonia He inhaled deep then fell asleep Opened his eyes in Hell Where he saw every nigga he made the sale Every crack addict with a bad habit Every drug users and every needle abuser Never knew he worked for Lucifer He shut his eyes and opened them again (Yo) But still, he was there with the fire and brimstone This is your home (Uh-oh), that's it, end of poem (Help me! AGGGH! HELP! [smacking sound] HELP!)