Vice chords by Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five
Verse 1
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Vice
You have the right to remain silent
Anything you say can and will be used
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against you in a court of law
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You have the right for an attorney
If you do not, or cannot afford an attorney
An attorney will be appointed to
Verse 2
you, you are now under arrest
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Crime, it pays real nice
But what you really didn't
know that crime pays twice
It pays once in money, twice in years
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In the jail cell, tryin to hide your tears
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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
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Verse 3
up your mind
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Verse 4
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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
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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
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Talk about ya- yo, uh,
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,
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for sixty dollars a gram
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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
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Verse 6
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The mob, a full time job
Known to extort and steal or rob
Started as a hitman, lookin for wealth
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And now he's the boss workin' for his self
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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
Verse 7
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Prostitution, it's a low down shame
How any girl,
would want to play that game
From pillow, to post, a sidewalk host
But the lady's got a condo
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out on the coast
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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, uh
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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,
Verse 8
get in the car!'
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Homicide is on the rise,
and it's no surprise
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The bums are in the alleyways
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tryin to take lives
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People burglarize then suicidal criminals
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are never idle
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Court procedures at your leisure
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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!
Verse 9
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Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five
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