Criminal Lyrics

Criminal lyrics

f/ 9th Prince, Prodigal Sunn, Shyheim







[Intro: Shyheim]



27, aight, Terrorist, Killarmy, yeah



Rulin' this, yea, real niggas love this shit right here



Uh, come on, my real niggas gon' love this shit right here



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



My real niggas gonna love this shit, my real niggas gonna love this shit



Watch, my real niggas gonna love this shit, tellin' you



Real niggas, only real niggas bump shit like this, for real







[Shyheim]



I smack niggas like you and tell 'em, go get your gun



As far as I'm concerned, you can suck dick and swallow cum



I'm God's son, the rose of salvation



Product of the ghetto, I'm the street's creation



I move like vampires, only at night



Handgrip like pliers, on the glock wit rapid fire



It's automatic, Shyheim keeps a ratchet



Me and thugs run together like cigarettes and matches



Better give me mines, or I'mma let them rob you



What would you do, when the dogs say you fool?



Run in hideouts? Let me find out



You squat when you piss, scared to pull your dick out



I love drama, that's why surgeons know my name



In the E.R. unit, for givin' cats pain



I catch another "Buck 50", 'fore I give up my chain



I'm God when I'm angry, makin' thunder and rain







[P.R. Terrorist]



You hardly qualify, fuckin' wit I, Terrorist, die



I'm never calm, niggas scheme on gold and plat' charms



Wit leathers and goose feathers on, I never felt the weather warm



It's hot like when the sweaters torn, from the lead of Desert Storm



Your resume was never sworn, I'm sharper than the cactus thorn



My practice on the patient's juggler, his ass was gone



Backdrafts the norm', expose the chemical bombs



Criminals, cons, thug drug dealers that carry arms



Yo, leprechaun, show me the pot of gold



Before my slug blow pain at third nostril like Picasso



In your face, invadin' my space, you sayin' your grace



I'm leavin' you laced, and beatin' the case



All fake niggas stay in their place, it's the thrill of "The
Chase"



Tongue kiss the track, blow out the back of the base







[9th Prince]



Fifty four shots aimed at your knot



We plot like them killers who shot Tupac



Shyheim, pass me the iron glock, we keep crime in stock



Platinum frame specs got me lookin' like Cyclops



We hardcore like gang wars wit C4, raw like cavemen fightin' dinosaurs



Outlaws, when I hear streets call, we brawl



My dogs start to crawl, like project pitbulls



Iron Metal Jackets is full, ready to blow ya fuckin' head off



Like a sawed-off, you soft like a homo gettin' slain up north, word life







[Chorus 2X: P.R. Terrorist, Prodigal Sunn]



Everybody wanna be a thug



Nobody wanna feel a slug, crush, stay mug



Everybody wanna weep when they see the slugs



Yet everybody coppin' pleas when they see the judge



It's Criminal