"Kryme" lyrics

All I wanna know is where the Gs at (who run it?)
All I wanna know is where the Gs at (who run it?)
A-a-a-a-all I wanna know is where the Gs at (who run it?)
All I-all-all I wanna know is where the Gs at (who run it?), all-all-all-I

Yo, Dizzee Rascal about now
Ay
This one's dedicated to, you know, the ones who make their money any way they can
This one's out for the criminals
Sometimes you have to jack and stack
You have to make that paper, man
It's not a joke
'Nuff noise entertainment in this
Sharky Major, N.A.S.T.Y. Crew
Myself, Dizzee Rascal
We're gonna deal with this one now
Ay, uh

I break the law 'cause I'm sure
If I obey the law
I'll be told I don't respect the law
And I think that Blair should check the law
And furthermore, the police are raw
So why change? They'll only beat us more
If they make new laws, I'll break some more
'Til they give me thirty years or more; Dizzee is raw
J-A-K S-T-A-C-K
Jack and stack every day
Hunt our prey, may the business pray
Roads, I'm back anyway
A-V-O-I-D
Try avoid HMP
Love being free, all we hate's solitary
Juggle music with street robbery, it's harsh reality

We do crime for money, dough
Crime pays, didn't you know?
Have to make that paper, yo
Money's low, gonna make mo'
Diamond rings, Versace clothes
Local raves, clubs and shows
All I wanna know is where the Gs at
Anything goes

Crime for money, dough
Crime pays, didn't you know?
Have to make that paper, yo
Money's low, gonna make mo'
Diamond rings, Versace clothes
Local raves, clubs and shows
All I wanna know is where the Gs at
Anything goes

Gotta make dough in every way that I can
Rush a likkle post office with a gat in my hand
Watch all the staff get prang
"Fill that up, bitch, I've gotta make ninety grand"
I must take a stand, too many bad mind man
Dem boy no wanna see my crew expand
So I'd have to dark man, show you the crew
Dark you and your group, yo, we know how we do
N.A.S.T.Y. ah pass through
Sharkos gunning for you, Sharkos coming for you
Sharkos, I'm ready for you, forget the .22
Draw for the nine, buss shots inna you
Not a very nice way to tattoo
Your little sister, I might have to bore through
You won't have a clue, dude, will be my advice to you
Sharkos, N.A.S.T.Y. Crew

Crime for money, dough
Crime pays, didn't you know?
Have to make that paper, yo
Money's low, gonna make mo'
Diamond rings, Versace clothes
Local raves, clubs and shows
All I wanna know is where the Gs at
Anything goes
Crime for money, dough
Crime pays, didn't you know?
Have to make that paper, yo
Money's low, gonna make mo'
Diamond rings, Versace clothes
Local raves, clubs and shows
All I wanna know is where the Gs at
Anything goes

Yes, if I've got it, I'ma show it off
[?] step to me, your headpiece, I'ma blow it off
Bare gunshots going off
Bystanders covering their ears, screaming out, "Don't it stop?!"
I'm saying now, blud, but don't it drop
And when them bullets hit you in your frame, don't it drop
I'm so militant, I'm 'bout nothing but my dividends
Ain't giving out a bag until I'm seeing millions
Anybody in my way, stop, load
Aiming and killing 'em, blood spilling 'em
Chest ripping 'em, let hollow head bullets sit in 'em
Ain't Liu Kang but I finish them
I get down and dirty for that paper
When I target you, blud, there ain't no escape
Today is your death day, permanent rest day
Catch six rounds in your chest plate

We do crime for money, dough
Crime pays, didn't you know?
Have to make that paper, yo
Money's low, gonna make mo'
Diamond rings, Versace clothes
Local raves, clubs and shows
All I wanna know is where the Gs at
Anything goes

We do crime for money, dough
Crime pays, didn't you know?
Have to make that paper, yo
Money's low, gonna make mo'
Diamond rings, Versace clothes
Local raves, clubs and shows
All I wanna know is where the Gs at
Anything goes

All I wanna know is where the Gs at (who run it?)
All-all-all I, all I, all I, all I, all I