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    "Vice" Lyrics

    Grandmaster Melle Mel feat. Grandmaster Flash

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    * organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original

    (conversation of Busy Bee arguing with a cop about a stolen purse)

    Vice (4X)
    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 (6X) [Miami!] Vice, Vice
    Vice (6X) [Miami!] Vice, Vice
    Vice (6X)

    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 (6X)
    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 (6X) [Miami!] vi-vi-vice, vi-vi-vi-vi-vice [Miami!]
    Vice (6X) Vice, Vice
    Vice (6X) Vice
    Vice (6X)

    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 (6X)
    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)
    This song was submitted on July 22nd, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Douglas Arthur Wimbish, Leland Roy Robinson, Melvin Glover, Sylvia Robinson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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