• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Think Not - Al' Tariq
• Peace Akki - Al' Tariq
• Foxxy Brown - Al' Tariq
• Do Yo Thang - Al' Tariq
• Crime Pays - Al' Tariq

[group]
From the East to the South to the West to the North
Come on Al' Tariq, go off, a go off!
[Al' Tariq]
A yes yes y'all, freak freak y'all
So unique y'all, Al' Tariq y'all
I dusted off the fo'-fo' chrome, threw my Nike hat on the dome
Plus pack the celly phone, left out my home alone
to roam these wicked streets in the U.S. of A.
See no matter where you at, motherfuckin crime pay
but not my way, put them days of slingin behind me
Now I rock spots, where only rap fiends can find me
and that remind me, can't forget my 1-800 beeper
So I can keep a, eye on my mida mida
Now, loaded up my shit in this van, to tour America
I'm out to get this cheese and to see, every area
of every city, every corner and back street
Thought shit would be calm like that cover of BlackSTREET
Wrong impression, from the beginnin, we get to sinnin
All up and down the East coast yo, we bangin women
The Beatnuts and Common Sense is steady truckin
Got chickens suckin, raw dog we steady fuckin
But out luck in this game runs out through the Carolinas
Deep in the woods, niggaz lickin off behind us
Glad they didn't find us, glad we didn't get tackled
Thought brothers only played for keeps up in the Apple, what?
Chorus: Al' and peeps
{Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now
{All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The shit is all the same {* echoes *}
[Al' Tariq]
Now Common knew this chick that lived deep in 'ouisiana
A thick ass and shit, but she sleep with Peaseyanna
B.E. and Anna, and every other hoe, what is it?
So we made our visit short, blew like a blizzard
We on our way now, OK now we headed
to good ol' Tex' and all gun shit get deaded
Cause down here, niggaz don't fear a good ol' shoot-em-up
They love to suit em up, so don't try to thirty-two em up
Even my big fo'-fo' don't scare no mo'
I hear gunshots, son son hit the flo'
I get my dough, I'm out, did my show, I scout
for some hoe-ass, I need some mo' ass on my route
No doubt, avoidin hexs, floatin through Texas
Stackin them checkses, gets me, a beamin Lexus
Now next is the state of Cali-forn-I-A
My word is bond-I-A to Cali-forn-I-A
But I represent the Q and you knew, whole hearted
that I'd be troopin through with crew so don't get started
or get smarted, by the certified black sheep
Al' Tariq, now let's troop West to East, cause
Chorus: Al' and peeps
{All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now
{Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots}
All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The shit is all the same {* echoes *}
[Al' Tariq]
Look, now peep the way we slid in to Colorado
where my bravado, had em screamin cause I'm that macho
That top honcho, bangin bodies like I'm Camacho
Hittin notes like Pavarotti, cause this hottie, bang that body
Saw the shottie on this gang nigga, and he was focused
Then I spot his crew swarmin through like they was locusts
? know this ain't his spot, so I, bag up the shorts
Unloose my Eddie Bauer jeans, adjust my Polo Sports
I got this jigga for some slicin but no, blastin material
Just wish I had that chrome fo'-fo', without the serial
number, so I can give him slumber
Vaporize these niggaz holdin triggers yo I coulda put him under
But no time to wonder, it's gettin tight up in this piece
Took honey by her hand, to my van, so we headed East
Now is you with me? Or you gon' stay out here and freeze
with all these motherfuckin trees and the snow up to your knees
So what's your answer sister? Next stop, the Windy City
She said, "Yeah I don't care, but 'Riq would you lick my
kitty-kat?" Hon I can do that, hop in the van
But before I ever can, yo you gotta see my man
Now here we go go, to At-lan-ta
Through with La-na, puffin lye, gettin high
Alright? Chi-Town, we hit ground, we headed South
to the side, four corner hustlers is in the house
Woo woo woo woo, we kickin script, about our journey
Make shorty hit the road, got no dough for no attorney
Plus she didn't burn me, I guess I'm lucky this time
But the next time I wind strictly dick and rubbers combined
Chorus: Al' and peeps
{Yo, all around the world they sling rocks and lick shots
Everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The shit is all the same and that's the point of this discussion, now
{Yo now everywhere you go, same thing, connect the dots
All around the world they sling rocks and lick shots} THINK NOT?
Stop what you thinkin, stop all that fussin
The shit is all the same, it's all the same nigga
[Al' Tariq]
All the same, in the same game
All doin the same thing in the same game
No matter where you at, that's where you at
That's all like that, it's on like that
Check out this tune, the game stay all the same
KnowhatI'msayin? For the 90's baby, and forever
Al' Tariq, The Beatnuts, knahmsayin?
The God Connection, we ain't playin
Uhhh, uh, uh uhh, uhhh, up in yo' section
Up in yo' section, all the same it's all the same
Break em off somethin, break em off somethin
Work em off a lil somethin
Where you at nigga? No matter, no matter
where you at, that's where you at

In the name of Allah.. Al' Tariq..
(?) abdullah.. God Connect y'all..
[Al' Tariq]
What? Uhh, this how you do (this how you do)
This how you do it (this how you do it nigga)
This how you do it, uhh, uhh
Like Mike Jordan on this one (like this, it be fat)
Like Mike Jordan on this one (comin at'cha, we comin at'cha)
Like Mike Jordan on this one
Like Mike J, nigga take it away
[Psycho Les]
Straight out the ruggedest streets
we bless you with the ruggedest beats
To bang speakers through the metro got you petrol
Once my tec blow, hollows at yo' project-o
Your heartbeat, go from (?) garden, to techno music
Especially the old loud music
Chop it and make hits and bounce
Itto ghetto way Buick with a forty ounce, between the laps
Makin cream off raps, we display, con dis way
[Al' Tariq]
I bust these chickens like they clips, live fat as Jimmy Walker
The stalker, speak this new talker native New Yorker
Straight out the Q-Boro, my shit thorough
Like ki's of uncut, raw nut up in yo' gut
Say what, say what, say WHAT? My blue steel lethal
plus my peoples, rollin two deep, there ain't no equal
Ain't no sequel to this horrifyin, stars are dyin
I peeped you in that show nigga so stop your lyin
[Chorus]
You're frontin (you ain't sayin nuttin)
"Yo we steady hittin home runs kid while you be buntin"
WHO WE? THE BEATNUTS, puffin lah lah, got this game on lock
Competition HA HAH.. ("ha ha, ha ha, ha ha..")
World Famous on that ass.. WHO WE? BEATNUTS
Puffin lah lah, got this game on lock
Competition, look, look
[Al' Tariq]
I'm cold blooded as a, matter, of fact we shackin
with the slack, and pumpin them kids that live in Staten
Combatin, these individ's, that burn they bridges
Come on our street, and we greet you with the feet nigga
[Psycho Les]
All these wannabe drug dealer rappers, come on
who steps in my zone and get clapped like a pawn
Run up, and run you, off the avenue
Once you crash I'ma tackle you.. (what?)
Empty out your pock's, out to get my fat knots
like a gas attendant, makin, presidentes
(Presidentes.. dead presidentes.. presidentes..)
[Al' Tariq]
Aiyyo reality's really the individual's mentality
Some seek eternal life, while others seek fatality
It's sad to see young niggaz born to die tragically
New York got a nigga fucked up, and livin savagely
I'd rather be buildin cause ignorance is like drilled in
Niggaz'll feed they ego but they won't feed they children
But still then, you see 'em in the club
Moet'n and forgettin it, actin like Allah ain't sweatin it
[Chorus]
[Al' Tariq]
Look, look - was the above par, at the Shark Bar, like an all-star
And laughin, cause all of these chicks thinkin I'm Fashion
They out of focus, smokin jokers
Won't see the raw 'til the deal lest I peel out with the steel
Cause - [singing] - I see the sucker MC fall
and the beauty of it all, when the 'Nuts come shinin through.. yeah
Yo peep the presentation, we dealin with innovation
Junkyard shit stay up in heavy rotation
Intimidation, seem to be yo' key factor
I'm pushin all that shit back PUNK, like a tractor

Ladies and gentlemens.. all the way live.. from the Q
Al' Tariq, look, look
I'm round 135th, thirty-three thirty-three
Cuz-o crib, where all them greasy dirties be
Niggaz, gettin them evil papes and it don't matter
whether you brother or sister take you out fo' the batter
AIGHT? So check the scene, we in front of the build'
Me, Spud and Berg tossin grills hittin Phil's and then
out of nowhere, look what I see steppin in our direction
Body definitely kept in
the best shape that's possible, and yo it's probable
that I could bag her, I'm fiendin to have her
I tap her, what's yo' name lovely?
Body's bone-crushin, some Pam Grier shit and right there
she started blushin so you know how I'm thinkin peep the drama
We gon' slide up to my crib and continue like some karma(?)'s
black momma, not no white momma, I got the right momma
Got this sexy brown momma
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
"I want a down hoe, a Foxxy Brown hoe, I want a down hoe.."
"She sho' is BAD!"
"I want a down hoe, a Foxxy Brown hoe, I want a down hoe.."
"She sho' is BAD!"
[Al' Tariq]
Look, I was like the Mack, to her Foxxy Brown
_Cotton Comes to Harlem_ gettin this money Uptown
"Showtime at the Apollo," games up at the Rutgers
All eyes on, we just some fly muh'fuckers
Got these suckers live in fear we like three the hard way
Me Fox and cuz-o Spud we just feed the hard way
Just creamin all day, plus my clan's all in it
We not just tryin to run it, nigga we tryin to win it
And since we killin in it, you know here come the leaches
Lookin fo' they share, blowin shit like some speakers
But my boo is my keeper, you know she gon' protect me
Ms. Cleopatra Jones, she never let 'em get me
She never let 'em sweat me, keep the joint nearby
Cause of my Fox Brown all these niggaz fear I
All hail Tariq and the long black missus
Breakin niggaz off and just handlin our business
Foxxy Brown
[Chorus]
[Al' Tariq]
Now look - here comes the scandal, to crush my empire
Make my empire, burn with the fire
from the joint cuz-o hits the deck
Now look at that, they just left the fam wet
I get the soldiers, round up the posse
We on some Panther shit, fuck Gucci and Gotti
Fuck a Maseratti, we up in the Land
Now I'm out here at war and Fox is at my right hand
Do some "Black Ceasar" shit throw a nigga in the trunk
with the rats got the bats, in case he alive when we get back
Now how's that for a twist on the story
Me and this hot thang goin down with the glory
Steady puffin lye gettin "Cooley High" we never die
Blow up the high, niggaz scheme but never try, "Superfly"
Fo' the nine-ohs and eight-five-ohs
Me and my bitch, now that's just how the shit goes
Fox Brown

Hahhh! Here I am, here I be
Hah, the great Al' T
G.C., God Connection, bust it, bust it
Wooo! That's how we do
I'm makin moves, cause you know who's
All you shorties - all you shorties
Yeah, drop 'em, drop 'em
[Al' Tariq]
The bottom line - Tariq got plenty for the masses and many
Be bangin 'em all, that's just the skinny
Get 'em sprung with the tongue or strung with the dick
(That's my shit) straight up and down, I give 'em fits
I be legit and won't quit, the hon cum in buckets
Fuck it, I'm spankin that ass, you know you love the way I struck it
I strike it, don't mind if you dyke it (look, look)
Bring all yo' friends I loves extra skins
I got the ends, whatever treat hoes like they queens and
queens like they tramps I rupture the spleens and
puncture the liver be up in the gut, WHAT WHAT?
I'm splashin backsides with my nut, hut hut
I deliever, gall-ins of semen
Schemin, dreamin of ways to keep 'em screamin
Fiendin for Al' 'Riq, to drink 'em down like Tang
Word is bond hon, do yo' thang
[Chorus]
I said right about now do yo' thang
(Break 'em off hon, no pain no gain)
I said right about now do yo' thang
(Break 'em off shorty wop no pain no gain)
C'mon right about now do yo' thang
(Break 'em off what? No pain no gain)
C'mon right about now do yo' thang
(Break 'em off shorty wop no pain no gain)
[Al' Tariq]
Look, look - outrageous nights I lights up the heavens
Niggaz fakin shit get ass with these elevens
Sevenies on my baby WOO! Take 'em off
When I get to lickin shit she can't shake me off
Just break me off, somethin hot show-stopper
Bang you right baby, Hammer Time, my shit proper
On top of old smokey, all covered with cheese
Hon stripped and teased made me freeze then hit her knees
My main squeeze, cause that puddy's, like amazin
Plus how mine stays in mode for steady blazin
Steady raisin, got this jones for brown shu'
I'll switch vanilla butter pecan chocolate deluh'
You're shook, you're scared to look but love peep it
If that shit ain't fresh like Secret then shorts, you can keep it
And freak it on yo' own get bad, to the bone
You don't need no rap singer throw up yo' middle finger
and do yo' thang
[Chorus] w/ variations
[Al' Tariq]
Break it down like this
So I guess by now right now you know that who's who
Al' Tariq uniquely freak straight out the Q
For you, I'm thorough, out the desert borough
Land of mida midas I LOVE these mamacitas
Conchitas, y senoritas, fuck what you speakin
Whether you bright, brown skinned, or Puerto Rican
I still be keepin, you open, this papichulo
With twenty-four hour fuckin power I eat that culo
or cula, "Woo-Hah! Got You All In Check"
Cause I smoke on that ass LIKE WHO? Inspectah Deck
Check my status, as the baddest, Mr. Clutch
Too much, whenever we touch so roll the dutch and do yo' thang
[Chorus] w/ variations

Uhh, uhh
Uhh, hey uh hey
What it is, what it is.. "crime pays in mad ways" -> Raekwon
[Al' Tariq]
Yo, yo, bust it
How I was walkind mindin my own biz, here it is
I see these two kids bouncin, my way
Eyes blood red with venom
And somethin tellin me that I best not offend 'em
But they don't even know I got this badge
that I'm about to flash on that ass like two hits of hash
Pass by 'em, eye 'em
Peep money on the left got the toast
Niggaz ready to roast so I'm ghost
Then find another victim so I can jig 'em
Act like I'm po'-po', be like YO YO and stick 'em
Trick 'em out their currents, them dirty greens
And in the process, stoppin all the flow from fiends
It's all good cause in my hood it's better, if my baretta
give these po' folks some cheddar to the letter
A present day - Robin Hood, crime pays in mad ways nigga
It's all good
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
"From here on nothing goes down unless I'm involved" -> Frank White
"crime pays in mad ways" -> Raekwon
"No blackjack, no dope deals, no nothing..
You guys got FAT while everybody schtraved on the street" -> F. White
"crime pays in mad ways" -> Raekwon
"It's my turn.." -> Frank White
[Al' Tariq]
Aiyyo, I've been checkin these stick-up kids for weeks
Seein how they pull they jobs and go trick with freaks
I seeks a weakness, in their armor, so I can harm a
crimi-nal with top residu-als, I shall be back
with exact means to get him
Tighten up the grip and let these hollow points hit him
Split him, send they whole crew in mad directions
Correction, I think I'll make this other selection
Their leader, numero un', the top cheese
FREEZE! Don't make me have to load up to squeeze nigga
I don't mind wettin up yo' type try me you dirty slimy
sleazy greasy grimey - where the safe at?
That's when he show and prove that he a liar
Find and clean the stash and set his fuckin crib on fire
I'm yo' sire, hittin these crooks to fix my hood
Crime pays in mad ways, nigga it's all good
[Chorus]
"It's my turn.." -> Frank White
[Al' Tariq]
Bust it, I'm shoppin Sears for wears that I can put on in Foot Locker
For other soles to put my foot on, but right then and, there
My vision peeps 'em, to dirty fleece 'em
Thinkin nobody sees 'em, boostin
So I exhale like Whitney Houston, then start accusin
these tricks for their intrusion, exclusin
Mr. Al' Tariq from your profits, you better stop it
Shorties hold to drop it, or cop it
witcha greenbacks I know you're holdin, like the feds
Just some high-rollers rollin, I'm told in, your profession
money be flowin, but all I'm knowin
is my shorties, they keep on growin, so bust it
Peep the science here's the plan - I'll be your man
Give me what you can
Snd I won't ever stop y'all from boostin in my hood
Crime pays in mad ways baby it's all good
[Chorus]
"It's my turn.." -> Frank White