[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Do your crime n***a, do your time
N***as tell not to do time
You get your time, you can't press rewind
You done signed on that dotted line
I'm on a paper route, I'm on the grind
Yeah I'm workin' overtime
Do your crime n***a, do your time
N***as tell not to do time

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
They gave Rick seventeen
For twenty-two bricks of clean
I been hustlin' my whole life
I saw some shit that you ain't never seen
Talkin' murder or a robbery
I really came up from poverty
My cousin he got three felonies
They gave him thirty for a quarter key
Look at Reverend Al Sharpton, he took down the mafia
Nobody never kept it real as Meech and John Gotti
They snitchin' on them documentaries before you start watchin'
N***as doin' a lot of tellin', ain't nobody droppin'
What's wrong with the streets?
You can tell they get whacked, that's how it supposed to be
Take the stand, cop a plea to get his time cut
N***a told on his right hand, that's fucked up
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Do your crime n***a, do your time
N***as tell not to do time
You get your time, you can't press rewind
You done signed on that dotted line
I'm on a paper route, I'm on the grind
Yeah I'm workin' overtime
Do your crime n***a, do your time
N***as tell not to do time

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
This shit gettin' hectic, everybody tellin'
You caught your own charge, do your own time
At the wrong place at the wrong time
Caught another case but ain't got the cake
To bail out so you tellin' out
Word got around boy you tellin' now
Damn, you a pussy
But it don't surprise me though, that's what I expect from you n***as
I done seen it all
Matter fact I seen too much
Salute to all the real plugs that come through in the clutch
Trap n***as come through in a coupe, burnin' the clutch
Lil n***a working two plugs like double dutch

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Do your crime n***a, do your time
N***as tell not to do time
You get your time, you can't press rewind
You done signed on that dotted line
I'm on a paper route, I'm on the grind
Yeah I'm workin' overtime
Do your crime n***a, do your time
N***as tell not to do time
[Verse 3: Trouble]
These n***as ain't makin' shit shake, these n***as ain't makin' shit shake
Wrong move get a n***a on a plate, wrong move put your n***a on a plate
Fuck that, line 'em up, shit, go ahead, get a n***a hundred on straight
I don't give a fuck, I don't say nothing, twelve comin' through, it's all good, hey
Thug life, n***a what's happenin'
Old hundred, n***a what's happenin'
Free Youngsta, n***a no cappin' with it
Free paper, n***a ain't rappin'
N***a want money on my head, I'm just out to get my bread
Me and my bitch on meds, hundred thou count it on the bed
Turn this shit to a mil, I ain't had to sign no deal
OG helped 'em out the hole, hit 'em with the load, unload it
Turn around, now we got the hoes, n***a this shit this real
Forever cases on my head, got no time for no n***a in they feelings