Lyrics Time - Trouble , Young Scooter , Young Dolph

Do your crime nigga, do your time
Niggas tell not to do time
You get your time, you can't press rewind
You done signed on that dotted line
I'm on a paper route, I'm on the grind
Yeah I'm working overtime
Do your crime nigga, do your time
Niggas tell not to do time
They gave Rick seventeen
For twenty-two bricks of clean
I been hustling my whole life
I saw some s--t that you ain't never seen
Talking murder or a robbery
I really came up from poverty
My cousin he got three felonies
They gave him thirty for a quarter key
Look at Reverend Al Sharpton, he took down the mafia
Nobody never kept it real as Meech and John Gotti
They snitching on them documentaries before you start watching
Niggas doing a lot of telling, ain't nobody dropping
What's wrong with the streets?
You can tell they get whacked, that's how it supposed to be
Take the stand, cop a plea to get his time cut
Nigga told on his right hand, that's fucked up
Do your crime nigga, do your time
Niggas tell not to do time
You get your time, you can't press rewind
You done signed on that dotted line
I'm on a paper route, I'm on the grind
Yeah I'm working overtime
Do your crime nigga, do your time
Niggas tell not to do time
This shit getting hectic, everybody telling
You caught your own charge, do your own time
At the wrong place at the wrong time
Caught another case but ain't got the cake
To bail out so you telling out
Word got around boy you telling now
D--n, you a pussy
But it don't surprise me though, that's what I expect from you niggas
I done seen it all
Matter fact I seen too much
Salute to all the real plugs that come through in the clutch
Trap niggas come through in a coupe, burning the clutch
Lil nigga working two plugs like double dutch
Do your crime nigga, do your time
Niggas tell not to do time
You get your time, you can't press rewind
You done signed on that dotted line
I'm on a paper route, I'm on the grind
Yeah I'm working overtime
Do your crime nigga, do your time
Niggas tell not to do time
These niggas ain't making shit shake, these n----s ain't making shit shake
Wrong move get a nigha on a plate, wrong move put your nigga on a plate
Fuck that, line 'em up, shit, go ahead, get a nigga hundred on straight
I don't give a fuck, I don't say nothing, twelve coming through, it's all good, hey
Thug life, nigga what's happening
Old hundred, nigga what's happening
Free Youngsta, nigga no capping with it
Free paper, nigga ain't rapping
Nigga want money on my head, I'm just out to get my bread
Me and my bitch on meds, hundred thou count it on the bed
Turn this shit to a mil, I ain't had to sign no deal
OG helped 'em out the hole, hit 'em with the load, unload it
Turn around, now we got the hoes, nigga this shit this real
Forever cases on my head, got no time for no nigga in they feelings