Bitch zerreist du rappst A?ber Anabol aber bist nicht breit.Ich steige aus dem Benz hab deine frau Gebangt du wirst von kriminellen Jungs ausgegrenzt. 2 Criminal
steal fo a nigga ; stay by my side even kill fo a nigga if you fuck wit a nigga for real ; it aint nothin to keepin it trill [verse 2] she jus ; wantd
(dreamin) I make it happen(make it happen) I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2 I got respect I came
Mothafuckin' murderer x2 Murdered my sister The only thing ? i'm tryin to tell? is to take it to that nigga Get that mutherfucker what I tell myself
we lawless We ballin out yea regardless VVS yea yea we flawless You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do [Verse 2] You wanna get shot, go ahead
2] I know you got it Clap your hands on the floor And keep on rockin' Rock it up on the floor If you're a criminal, kill it on the floor Steal it quick
with jail, who knew it came with prison? Just 'cause you got an opinion does that make you a politician? Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal
Right after that party that he lead out down the way Gunshots spread - everyday, all day (fuck!) D.T.'s rushed the party in 2K Buck - The Beef be - fled
do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 2: To the
To my life time criminals Remind em what fear is we tired of that whip shit And if you feelin how im feelin Put your drinks in the air for the law start killen [VERSE 2
the big boss musicologos mami dime y vera(yes) opacaste a las demas (oh) con ese cuerpo, esa falda y tu lapiz labial(prr) Tu cartera se ve criminal (
i love you, muah ah, yeah, yo, lot of square feet chopping speed is the minimum talk all subliminal in love with a criminal it's all coming back to the
heaven The system out I done been through There's nothing new to me They locked me up they let me out You seen this in the movies The criminals be criminals
[Intro:] 1! 1-2! GRRR! [Verse 1:] I had five hundred grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped,
on the floor [Verse 2] I know you got it clap your hands on the floor And keep on rockin', rock it up on the floor If you're a criminal kill it on the
I seen it in a documentary on BBC 2 Shot to death outside Hyper Value Guns blazing like Michael Caine in Zulu Gunners statistics are sometimes misleading The type of criminal
it down like that And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house? Original Cleveland Criminals