't get caught It ain't a crime if you don't get caught It ain't a crime if you don't get caught It ain't a crime if you don't get caught That's how it
Översättning: House Of Pain. Det är inget brott [uk Remix].
Översättning: House Of Pain. Det är inte ett brott.
fuckin' face I ain't got no more time to waste A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga And that's it, I'm through explainin' the shit You
it won't be too long before, we wake up and the world is gon' And it won't be no World War, it'll be Armaggedon fo' sho' Everyday, day It seems it's
that or go beat the block Ain't no way you can beat the cops Ain't no way I can beat the clock Just a matter of time shut down your shop Ohh, you stay
bitch So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with me And the situation gets a little sticky I'ma dial 911 like a motherfuckin' punk, fuck
you won't be smilin on Riker's ISLAND Just to hear the name it makes your spine tingle This is a jungle where the murderers mingle This ain't a place
was at the crime scene screamin', "I ain't do it" But, I seen through it, it's obscene how I spew it Martin Luther King had a dream to it, people cling
the cloud, it's gonna rain But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break
in the drug house Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage Bring chaos causin' damage on our quest for cabbage They ask my style similar to cash we flaunt it
skills Either that or go beat the block Ain't no way you can beat the cops Ain't no way I can beat the clock Just a matter of time shut down your shop
10th rule don't put a tag on a broken heart Just put a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch
a sucka sittin in the house of pain and no i'm not a butler i will cut ya headbutt ya, you say you can't touch this and i wouldn't touch ya infact muderfucker
'cha Alpine Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know And friends know, we got the indo No I'm not a sucker, sittin' in a house of pain And no I'm
don't believe then don't call yo'self a thug', cause thugs believe. Who don't believe? Chorus (x2): Krayzie (Felicia) Everyday. (Everyday, everyday, everyday.) It seems it
some pocket change But maybe this ain't the life that you chose This is the life where you stay strapped And pack a knife or end up with a blooded nose
