Vice
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(Vice)
You have the right to remain silent
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law
You have the right for an attorney
If you do not or cannot afford an attorney
An attorney will be appointed to you
You are now under arrest
Crime, it pays real nice
But what you really didn't know, the crime pays twice
It pays once in money, twice in years
In the jail cell, trying to hide your tears
In the trick bag, 'cause you tried to get rich
In the graveyard, or in the shallow ditch
It's money or time, so make up your mind
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Fraud, the girl he adored
Turned out to be another dirty old broad
Took all the money, told all the lies
I heard she even slept with other guys
Nothing she wouldn't do for a dollar or two
But every lie she told, he knew to be true
He loved his honey, but she loved money
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Talking about yayo, uh, it's everywhere you go
They said in Miami, it'll never snow
Now it snow in the palm trees, snow on the sand
It snows all day, for sixty dollars a gram
Now they're strung out and high, hung out to dry
The air that they breathe, the food that they buy
They think that they can fly, but that's a white lie
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The mob, a full-time job
Known to extort and steal or rob
Started as a hitman looking for wealth
And now he's the boss working for himself
For all the blood money that he did earn
It made him take lives with no concern
But soon he would learn that next is his turn
Prostitution, it's a low-down shame
How any girl would want to play that game
From pillow to post, a sidewalk host
But the lady's got a condo out in the coast
She thought that the - was better than gold
Now she worked on her back 'til she got too old
Laying down on the job has made her a slob, uh
(Vice, vice, vice, vice, vice)
It's a stick-up, so throw your hands in the air
And don't put 'em down, keep 'em way up there
Just slip me your wallet, empty all your pockets
Got an itchy trigger finger and I'm going to cock it
My eyes got wide as it pulled away
I said, "Who are you, the cops?" He began to say
"No, I'm Clint Eastwood, make my day"
Get in the car
Homicide is on the rise and to no surprise
The bums are in the alleyways trying to take lives
People burglarizing, suicidal, criminals are never idle
Car procedures, amputees, and circus thieves
Conman, fencer, arsonist, and crook
Take all the fingerprints and give 'em to book
And then hope that the judge don't let 'em off the hook, uh
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