Song Lyrics

Yeah Bustacrime nigga, streets niggas know me
Rocking lifes baby yeah
Ya niggas know what time it is holler now! Bustacrime nigga

Ain't stopping rocking now I guest you feel me now you could be far there's no distance now
I break the fence no resistance now throw your hands high let me see the crime sign
It's ma time a make em feel the sunshine, the way the dude rhyme rebound to the back of your mind
Never go fine, a divine nigga better than the crime come on
Ya nigga speaking fake shit coming and hit you with dope shit
Smoking on ma roach shit suckers can't approach it
I release the best of the hit on the bit I eat like a piece of meat
I could leave the rest of sheet in the street so you could fucking eat
Take a look, take a hick men to the left to the right men
Am fucking lightning doing the right thing yeah, yeah Bcrime nigga
Streets niggas know me rock, rocking lifes nigga come on

Was is a matter of time to see the crime shine
I let it bleed motherfucker in ma prime time
We use to rock the streets up in the young time
And even stab him in the abdomen in the bad time
We use to party dawg having a good time
And in the ghetto got to gamble money all the time
Who make it hot dude a make it REP the mother fucking hood
Coming from the ghetto hope you bitches understood

Crime in the place remember the face f*ck-up the hole human race
Embarrass ma ass wearing glasses
Am walking with matches
Look out there's gonna be ashes, bitches deliver scratches
Talking about best he didn't even know what rap is
Niggas love shit they ain't really got no doubt the crime rose out of the coffin I bring black rose
Yeah walk one the moon am in Osmose gyeah ma daily dose through your nose
This is how we do it bitches this is how we come on
All a ma niggas smoking weed in the ring let me here you say we come on
Better jump up when we come in Europe let the France people say come on
Ama f*ck-up make a nigga give up even bitches yelling come on
Ya niggas ain't ready to get what a coming a bring
'Cause a coming win am in the move streets nigga spirit of the ghost I make groove
Beginning to the start I told ya punk-ass gonna lose
Better look out for the Bcrime did the professional choose
Just a little bit of dope in the streets and a make the people, high
Crime ama bring the best of the weed gonna make you wanna fly
Never give up still I walk on-top your face nigga better cry, Bcrime hommie

Was is a matter of time to see the crime shine
I let it bleed motherfucker in ma prime time
We use to rock the streets up in the young time
And even stab him in the abdomen in the bad time
We use to party dawg having a good time
And in the ghetto got to gamble money all the time
Who make it hot dude a make it REP the mother fucking hood
Coming from the ghetto hope you bitches understood

It's an evidence soldier crime's the reference instant sentence to death the difference
There's no distance I surround your residence
Give the streets fans you could wave your fucking hands
Just can't stop till we reach the top this is the streets hard-knock go to rock non stop
Rocking lifes that I bring
Rocking lifes that I bring
Nigga come on

Was is a matter of time to see the crime shine
I let it bleed motherfucker in ma prime time
We use to rock the streets up in the young time
And even stab him in the abdomen in the bad time
We use to party dawg having a good time
And in the ghetto got to gamble money all the time
Who make it hot dude a make it REP the mother fucking hood
Coming from the ghetto hope you bitches understood

What's on-top bitch must comes down!
Coming a kick your fucking upside down
Am I the middle of the mirror cause I coming to kill
You never see your punk-ass nigga you saw me Crime
Yeah Bustacrime nigga worldwide international
Ma new single got it flowing now disponible on iTunes baby
Yeah big up for all ma fans, ma friends family and love ones
Love y'all Crime nigga streets niggas know me yeah!

Nicolas Dubique

The duration of Matter of Time is 3:50 minutes and seconds.