Crimestoppers/Want Me

[Part One]

[Hook - Raekwon and Almighty U-Sorcerer]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive BANG BANG!
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive GANG GANG!

[Verse]
I grew up on the crime side, used to call me outcast
Always in some combat, never put it on the broadcast
Never on no forecast, never on no podcast
Used to box a teacher for talking down 'bout a hall pass
Always in some trouble, fighting's a requirement
Pistols are requirements, cops on retirement
Police coming round ain't do shit but shoot an innocent
He came out that coma and the chief said it was incident
Why the fuck you always over here wasting time
They told me had to take my time, but they saying lies
And they stealing lines, yeah, they plagiarize
But you can't read between the lines with the naked eyes
Rae said it right, cash rules everything around me
You'd think after some time that the cash would know it's boundaries
Went back to the old hood, looking like a pig sty
Wanted to flex with the 'Rari, but it'd get finessed quick time

[Hook - Raekwon and Almighty U-Sorcerer]
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive BANG BANG!
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive GANG GANG!

[Part 2]

[Intro]
Onto the new shit... God levels to this motherfucker. Out with the old, in with the new
(Gonna find you and make you want me)

[Hook]
I mean, the shit is like hide and seek
You can't hide from me
You can't finesse, can't get high with me
(Gonna find you and make you want me)

[Verse]
I'm at a stature so high they calling dispatchers
I can't be captured, I'm like a pastor with some swagger
Niggas used to never dress in Thrasher
And now the niggas copping every sweater they manufacture
A fear factor, a disaster, you a fracture
Of the bastards I could gather to shoot 'em all into matter
And my status would you rather, in a casket, feeling flattered
That the niggas had the decency to shoot me, I'm in laughter
Man, I'm laughing so hard that I'm dead, seemingly
Did it easily, equally evil like illegally
I'm gleefully aiming the choppers at you, not in secrecy
Pockets on obesity, my wallet unbelievably
Stop getting defensive, I'll put you in your respective
Places, please, I'm too directive, I'm aiming at your collective
My chopper shooting effective, put it into retrospective
All my snipers are selective, no objective, call detectives

[Hook]
I mean, the shit is like hide and seek
You can't hide from me
You can't finesse, can't get high with me
(Gonna find you and make you want me)