Текст песни Vice - Grandmaster Melle Mel
[Conversation
of
Busy
Bee
arguing
with
a
cop
about
a
stolen
purse]
Vice
[x4]
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
that
crime
pays
twice
It
pays
once
in
money,
twice
in
years
In
the
jail
cell,
tryin
to
hide
your
tears
And
the
trip
bad,
cause
you
tried
to
get
rich
In
the
graveyards,
or
in
the
shallow
ditch
It's
money
or
time
so
make
up
your
mind
Vice
[x6]
(Miami!)
Vice,
Vice
Vice
[x6]
(Miami!)
Vice,
Vice
Vice
[x6]
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
loves
his
honey,
but
she
loved
money
Vice
[x6]
Talk
about
ya-yo,
uhh,
it's
everywhere
you
go
They
said
in
Miami
it'll
never
snow
Now
it's
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
Vice
[x6]
(Miami!)
vi-vi-vice,
vi-vi-vi-vi-vice
(Miami!)
Vice
[x6]
Vice,
Vice
Vice
[x6]
Vice
Vice
[x6]
The
mob,
a
full
time
job
Known
to
extort
and
steal
or
rob
Started
as
a
hitman,
lookin
for
wealth
And
now
he's
the
boss
workin
for
his
self
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
wanna
play
that
game
From
pillow,
to
post,
a
sidewalk
host
But
the
lady's
got
a
condo
out
on
the
coast
She
thought
that
the
hole,
was
better
than
gold
Now
she
worked
on
her
back
til
she
got
too
old
Layin
down
on
the
job,
has
made
her
a
slob,
uhh
Vice
[x6]
It's
a
stickup,
so
throw
your
hands
in
the
air
And
don't,
ah
put
em
down,
keep
em
way
up
there
Just
let
me
your
wallet
empty
all
your
pockets
Got
a
itchy
trigger
finger
and
I'm
gonna
cock
it
My
eyes
got
wide
as
they
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
it's
no
surprise
The
bums
are
in
the
alleyways
tryin
to
take
lives
People
burglarize
then
suicidal
criminals
are
never
idle
Court
procedures
at
your
leisures
eight
finger
Visas
circle
seizures
Con
man
fencer,
arson
is
a
trip
Take
all
the
fingerprints,
and
give
him
the
book
And
then
hope
that
the
judge
don't
let
him
off
the
hook,
uh!
(More
variations
on
the
word
'Vice'
to
the
end)
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Альбом
The Greatest Hits (Reissue)
1 Rapper's Delight
2 Apache
3 Showdown
4 Passion Play
5 Hot Hot Summer Day
6 The Lover In You (Pete Wingfield Mix)
7 8th Wonder
8 The Word Is Out
9 Kick It Live from 9 to 5
10 Livin' In the Fast Lane
11 Rapper's Delight - Ben Liebrand DMC Remix
12 White Lines (Don't Do It)
13 Step Off
14 Pump Me Up
15 Jesse
16 Beat Street
17 Vice
18 Freedom
19 Birthday Party
20 Flash to the Beat
21 It's Nasty (Genius of Love)
22 The Message
23 Scorpio
24 New York, New York
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