Meth · Ghost · Rae - Criminology 2.5 lyrics
[Meth · Ghost · Rae - Criminology 2.5 lyrics]
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you
Don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no
But you wouldn't listen
Well, you stupid fuck, look at you now
(Ya'll already know)
For real, ya'll, back behind the wall again
(yeah, you know what it is)
You know what it do, '09 style this time
(It's time to go in now, ya'll)
For real, making CREAM again, nigga, blaow!
(You already know, it's crunch time)
First of all, black park it, guns
We spark it
Hit you in the back of your dome, from far
Kid dice kickers, gun clickers, run up
In the bank for ones, quick
The drug dealer niggas, we flip 'em
Polo rugbies, flags on my hats
You love these
Knockout artists are one-piece
Fly in a foreign
All my money ties is tied-up
I'd rather sell coke, no bargain
Tough like a Hummer, fly like a Maybach
Spot runner, clap you in a gun shop, one up
Fuck about police
We Park Hillians with gold geese
And everyday's a Sunday Easter
Cousins in Gaza, the new improved Shottas
Stretched out, mink on the floor, you hassa
We run through with turbans
Diamonded up chain with boots on
Mori umbrellas in Tucson
Rhyming is a color, the lifestyle is live
My fly brothers
Something go wrong, we slug something
Chill my nigga, chill
(I got this, I got this)
Make sure you handle that beat
You know what time it is
Body that beat, man, come on (yeah)
You can catch me anywhere, frost bitten chain
Bad dame, a thousand grams in Delaware
The smokeshop's is owls, laid back
Hanging niggas to death
Word, you can call us coat racks
With 'giants' all around me like, Eli Manning
The bitch is on the block like
He died scrambling
Cuz L frames is crack, popped out
Nina one of his eyes
Can't come back home, they locked out
All he did was re-up, hustle for kick money
Kept Beez all around him
Thinking he shit honey
Bow, I'm into bobsleds, wasting large bread
Gucci helmet is blue, trim in his dark red
The rap TJ Swan, it's me Ason
If he don't spin my shit, break the DJ arm
And glide off like an escapade
Renegade on ice
Lemonade Clark, the haze is nice
The Goldielocks, rocks sapphire
Chain is right
Bitch niggas, ya'll watch what ya'll
Say in ya mics, suckas
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 begging you
Let me just go in, and just
Fly on these niggas heads, man
It's what I'm talking about
It's like a body in a project hallway
Who did it?
Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich
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
Watching the ho drop
I'm from a place where we
Locking the low Glocks
Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks
Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot
Talking bout Staten Island, profiling
Switchblade city, the goons is wilding
Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
And we don't want the fifth of 'yac
We want the gallon
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man
Vacate black, bust gats, wherever we at
You all that, hit 'em in the chest
We fall back
I got mines, 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, y'all
As soon as this pie split
Smacking up the dry snitch, nigga
You my bitch somebody put Tical on 'em
Matter fact put Tical on 'em
One suuu, Staten Isle on 'em
I bank roll, I break codes, and
I ain't trynna catch another case
Case closed
Give me my crown, cuz I deserve it
Real dudes giving me pounds
But not too close though, the semis' around
Bitches, running they mouth, goons
Running your gate my team running the block
Cops running my plates
Well fuck that, Criminology rap
Niggas hate, I hate back, floating
In the flyest Maybach, nigga
I told you, man, I told you
Don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no
But you wouldn't listen
Well, you stupid fuck, look at you now
(Ya'll already know)
For real, ya'll, back behind the wall again
(yeah, you know what it is)
You know what it do, '09 style this time
(It's time to go in now, ya'll)
For real, making CREAM again, nigga, blaow!
(You already know, it's crunch time)
First of all, black park it, guns
We spark it
Hit you in the back of your dome, from far
Kid dice kickers, gun clickers, run up
In the bank for ones, quick
The drug dealer niggas, we flip 'em
Polo rugbies, flags on my hats
You love these
Knockout artists are one-piece
Fly in a foreign
All my money ties is tied-up
I'd rather sell coke, no bargain
Tough like a Hummer, fly like a Maybach
Spot runner, clap you in a gun shop, one up
Fuck about police
We Park Hillians with gold geese
And everyday's a Sunday Easter
Cousins in Gaza, the new improved Shottas
Stretched out, mink on the floor, you hassa
We run through with turbans
Diamonded up chain with boots on
Mori umbrellas in Tucson
Rhyming is a color, the lifestyle is live
My fly brothers
Something go wrong, we slug something
Chill my nigga, chill
(I got this, I got this)
Make sure you handle that beat
You know what time it is
Body that beat, man, come on (yeah)
You can catch me anywhere, frost bitten chain
Bad dame, a thousand grams in Delaware
The smokeshop's is owls, laid back
Hanging niggas to death
Word, you can call us coat racks
With 'giants' all around me like, Eli Manning
The bitch is on the block like
He died scrambling
Cuz L frames is crack, popped out
Nina one of his eyes
Can't come back home, they locked out
All he did was re-up, hustle for kick money
Kept Beez all around him
Thinking he shit honey
Bow, I'm into bobsleds, wasting large bread
Gucci helmet is blue, trim in his dark red
The rap TJ Swan, it's me Ason
If he don't spin my shit, break the DJ arm
And glide off like an escapade
Renegade on ice
Lemonade Clark, the haze is nice
The Goldielocks, rocks sapphire
Chain is right
Bitch niggas, ya'll watch what ya'll
Say in ya mics, suckas
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 begging you
Let me just go in, and just
Fly on these niggas heads, man
It's what I'm talking about
It's like a body in a project hallway
Who did it?
Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich
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
Watching the ho drop
I'm from a place where we
Locking the low Glocks
Yellowtape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks
Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot
Talking bout Staten Island, profiling
Switchblade city, the goons is wilding
Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
And we don't want the fifth of 'yac
We want the gallon
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man
Vacate black, bust gats, wherever we at
You all that, hit 'em in the chest
We fall back
I got mines, 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, y'all
As soon as this pie split
Smacking up the dry snitch, nigga
You my bitch somebody put Tical on 'em
Matter fact put Tical on 'em
One suuu, Staten Isle on 'em
I bank roll, I break codes, and
I ain't trynna catch another case
Case closed
Give me my crown, cuz I deserve it
Real dudes giving me pounds
But not too close though, the semis' around
Bitches, running they mouth, goons
Running your gate my team running the block
Cops running my plates
Well fuck that, Criminology rap
Niggas hate, I hate back, floating
In the flyest Maybach, nigga