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Author
Ronin Da' Recipe'
Uploaded
December 20, 2006
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:42
Lyrics
I’m a Criminal
Verse 1:
My game is culminating, when I’m out there roller-skating, culprits hating
All up in the church when we congregating, conversation….
Is like a thing of the past, when I had the green in the stash
I had the fiends in my trash, had to bring it out
I had the court dates, living like it’s no tomorrow
Raised a fuckin crook, cuz everything I had was borrowed
I’m smoking mary jane, everyday, every night
Every blunt, every pipe, yeah I’m just another hype
My dinner tables empty, I’m not a Kennedy
Claiming clemency, to make this fuckin currency, with urgency
My burden be, all these niggas that keep chirp’n me
And the clergy see, ain’t no helping me…
And now I’m out for pussy, fuckin on the finest dimes
Hit’em up with something fresh, they sniff’n on the whitest lines
Got me tatted on they chest, bail me out with no contest
See me in that Chevy Black, Hemi make the levy crack
Chorus:
I got the piff outside, why these niggas wanna fuck with me? (I’m a criminal)
See me outside, for more than the scenery
Just a criminal, just a criminal,
Praise the lord for this criminal
Verse 2:
I got a old soul, new spirit
Old cloths, new clearance
I’m into boofing ho’s, I’m into robbin niggas
Mexicans, best of friends, even war veterans…
And my checks bouncing, I’m at the ATM
Watching him, got the slim, take his money, and oxygen
Rob’em on the first of the month,
So when he cashing out his money, then I’m foldin the chump
I seen a stripper on the strip, and I robbed her for ones
I told her that I like her head, but I’m taking ya funds
You gotta live and learn, sit ya turn, ride it out for fuckin life
Blazin in the coupe, sit and listen to the satellite…
I’m just a criminal nigga…
Chorus:
I got the piff outside, why these niggas wanna fuck with me? (I’m a criminal)
See me outside, for more than the scenery
Just a criminal, just a criminal,
Praise the lord for this criminal
BREAK DOWN
Verse 3:
Put yo pistol back nigga, you on that aristocrat
Drunk muthafucka, I’mma send a missle back
Semi’s in my ride, wheelies, suicide, this is genocide
Don’t get penalized…
Unless you wanna die, a born, breed, nigga like me
Smoking like a chimney, I’m cutting trees like a centipede
Pitching on the avenue, when you find a badder dude
You better let him know that I’m taking out his bladder to!!!
I’m like the latitude, I circle round the globe
Not the planet, but yo face, you gone learn some rock and roll
I got the stock and hos, pockets like a pot of gold
Sticky like a block of gold, you goin’ have to stop and roll
