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Wu-Tang Clan - Criminology lyrics
Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument) "I told you a long time ago you f**kin little monkey not to F**K ME." "Hey hey, who the F**K you think you goin for huh??!" "Who the f**k you think I am your f**kin dough-boy?" "You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?" Comin up on half a mil, we build Get real God, taking you on another one Son Uhh, Julio Igleasias Makin CREAM like that nigga [Verse One: Ghostface Killah] Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause +Cash Rules Everything Around Me+ black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] Just a minute son... AK's black bust back like seventy Macs I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black Ron G, you know he coincide with me see Marvelous, Menace fo' Society But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose Phonograph hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit And then you know, I'm runnin through the penal, foul Four-toothed child was wild The old lady snitched, but f**k it, you know it, one love kid No I'm not doin a bid Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got stuck, and the nigga chain was truck Yo f**k that, Criminology rap Speakers stay jet black floatin in the flyest Ac' Nigga... bring it! Yeah.. [Outro: Raekwon] Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin niggaz. |
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