Lyrics:

all generals stand his line, salute nigga,

(Verse 1)
you kno me from spending the loot, also put rims on the coupes, remember duke i spin to shoot, i aint hear the kid the youth/skip a loose, get a ounce, flip a deuce, hit the stoop, remember stupid im here to tell u that im living proof/crime pays, im glad u hate, nigga go and masterbate, took my cap and gown pictures but i aint graduate/crime pays, put a vision to see, O.G. glisten and glee, sit in the v, did it in three, homeboy listen to me

(Hook)
crime pays, 99 ways, 9 gage, ak 47 homie hit the highway/crime pays, i gotta record company, liquor and clothing line, cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine


(Verse 2)
Bird cage! that's what its gonna be, 3rd grade mr massey asked us what we wanna be/jeff said a lifeguard, bobby sed a fire fighter, jeff gone have a porsche and bobby sed he'll have a spyder/david sed police, wanda sed she wished to dance, they gon get married, have big crib in france/i started acting up, wait a minute back it up, this aint math class but this shit aint adding up/then mr massey looked and that's when the teacher asked, you gotta problem Cam, yea i shud teach this class, maybe ill reach they ass, tell them they dont need to have degrees in math, know your credit debit plus reciepts for cash/a few geeks had laughed, i told the dude stop your wishin, you wont have a pot to piss in wit that damn job u gettin/call cam a gift, they wasn't understanding this, damn im rich/a drug dealer turned out Philanthropist

(Hook 2x)
crime pays, 99 ways, 9 gage, ak 47 homie hit the highway/crime pays, i gotta record company, liquor and clothing line, cause my weed was fresh, coke was white, dope was nine