Criminology 2.5 Songtext
von Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Method Man
Criminology 2.5 Songtext
Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out
For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig′
Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm beggin′ you
Let me just go in and just fly one these niggas heads, man
It's what I'm talkin′ about
It′s like a body in a project hallway, who did it?
Who's the next nigga that sucked the snitich
That′s my word, it could never be me
You see the deer head on the living room wall
Like his neck fell off
That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss
Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
Snake niggas slither all in the glass house
Racial slurs, when it's time to go to war, they cash out
Throw ′em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out
Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out
And threw two rocks at 'em, watchin′ the ho drop
I'm from a place where we lockin' the low glocks
Yellow tape, bodies, jiggy and road blocks
Got the towels up in the air, it′s so hot
Talkin′ 'bout Staten Island, profilin′
Switchblade city, the goons is wildin'
Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
And we don′t want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon
Vacate black, bust gats, wherever we at
You all that, hit ′em in the chest, we fall back
I got mine, nigga, where yours at?
We call that raw rap, got fiends in front of my door mat
That witty unpredictable fly shit, drive-by shit
These the niggas I ride with
And we gon' get cake, you all, as soon as this pie split
Smackin' up the dry snitch, nigga, you my bitch
Somebody put Tical on, matter fact, put Tical on
One suuu, Staten Isle on ′em, I bank roll
I break codes and I ain′t tryin' to catch another case
Case closed, give me my crown
′Cause I deserve it, real dudes giving me pounds
But not too close though, the semis'll round
Bitches runnin′ they mouth, goons runnin' your gate
My team runnin′ the block, cops runnin' my plates
Well, fuck that, Criminology rap
Niggas hate, I hate back
Floating in the flyest Maybach
Nigga
Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out
For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig′
Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm beggin′ you
Let me just go in and just fly one these niggas heads, man
It's what I'm talkin′ about
It′s like a body in a project hallway, who did it?
Who's the next nigga that sucked the snitich
That′s my word, it could never be me
You see the deer head on the living room wall
Like his neck fell off
That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss
Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
Snake niggas slither all in the glass house
Racial slurs, when it's time to go to war, they cash out
Throw ′em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out
Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out
And threw two rocks at 'em, watchin′ the ho drop
I'm from a place where we lockin' the low glocks
Yellow tape, bodies, jiggy and road blocks
Got the towels up in the air, it′s so hot
Talkin′ 'bout Staten Island, profilin′
Switchblade city, the goons is wildin'
Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
And we don′t want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon
Vacate black, bust gats, wherever we at
You all that, hit ′em in the chest, we fall back
I got mine, nigga, where yours at?
We call that raw rap, got fiends in front of my door mat
That witty unpredictable fly shit, drive-by shit
These the niggas I ride with
And we gon' get cake, you all, as soon as this pie split
Smackin' up the dry snitch, nigga, you my bitch
Somebody put Tical on, matter fact, put Tical on
One suuu, Staten Isle on ′em, I bank roll
I break codes and I ain′t tryin' to catch another case
Case closed, give me my crown
′Cause I deserve it, real dudes giving me pounds
But not too close though, the semis'll round
Bitches runnin′ they mouth, goons runnin' your gate
My team runnin′ the block, cops runnin' my plates
Well, fuck that, Criminology rap
Niggas hate, I hate back
Floating in the flyest Maybach
Nigga
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis D. Coles, Stuart Bascombe, Russell Patterson, Leroy O'niel Jr. Jackson, Patrick Peter Owens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
