Lyrics:
Stranger on the face of it.
Brother in the heart of a nation that prays for you, loves you, calls you by name
Struck out, like some criminal
Cut
tempted by gifts them niggaz bought you
Guilty, talk about other bitches I talk to
Leavin' you a message every time I called you
Voice mail for my top
your next days of the Roman calendar
Hangin rappers by their gold chain, at a close range
Scratch your name off the contract, get out of the game
Pull
HAVE GOT TO BE AN ANGLE SENT FROM UP ABOVE
'cause AIN'T NO OTHA GURL WOULD'VE PUT UP WITH THA KIND SHIT I DO
I'M A CRIMINAL
I'M A GANGSTA
AND I DO ALL
on losing my grip
But things ain't legit, my moms passed that it
Here I am, 20 years old tryin to make it in a material world
Controlled by cash and gold
Good intentions shattered by conventions traditionalized and bland with boredom searched over and feared of HATRED IS THE CURSED HABIT OF THE HARDEST
everyone know that we some fuckin criminals
[Chorus]
I remember growing up in my crazy ass hood
Now it's time to put it down to make this shit understood
to renegades
with guns and blades
and criminals seeking to get paid
i maintain, keep cool-ahead
in the face of destruction whether i live or die
no more heroes, and there are no rules of thumb
Criminals are pardoned 'cause there's no place to put them
Babies are torn because nobody wants them
and raised
That's where we learn to let the pistol spark bark and blaze
(First Family)
Suffer for days
(Come on)
And we inheritin' them criminal ways
I
don't give a fuck
If you play me, cause playin me means that you're jockin
For the food that I'm droppin and for the rhythms that I'm rockin
A criminal
in prison for 10 years now, unjustly convicted of murder. He was attacked in a restaurant in Birmingham by six racists. Having been glassed in the face
fear up in your soul
And never could it change, always gotta stay the same
'Cause sick up in the brain will always remain by my name
[Chorus]
Lil
Don't get jacked by the ripper
Criminals, got it hoppin like individuals
Slangin down the blocks, rollin in groups
Drinkin on somethin 90 proof
So let
a poison through the town, monkey see and monkey do
Turn your slum into a mine squeeze them hard for every dime
The people will paint you criminals, but
'em right here! in the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by
on a riot gear
Cause Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is comin up hard
(What you think about the posse?) I think we see in a graveyard
I'm the rap criminal, comin from my
Black panther defy the power
Fight the violence with nonviolence
What good is justice if the scales are bent
By a criminal government?
Think
to be found
An eye for an eye
Pound for pound
Blown up yet minimal
Built up by criminal hands
To the republic, it's sick
For which it stands
Execute my limbs just to kick me in the face
The mutant elements
Area of descent
Multiplied by mass of ten
Smack the simpleton
The jaw
Will it descend
by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too
shootings by women who's pronouns are him/his
I'm not Republican but keep it a hundred, they makin' sense
The most destructive ideologies are comin' from
Watch how i steal her heart like and old school villian
armed robbery slide down from the cieling
Hand cuff first tie her up by the bed
Strip search
Yo, I used to be a criminal, top car dealer
Big competition but ma cars are realer
But quite frank my car were professional
Reload, Exceptional
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