Criminology 2.5 (Album Version|Edited) 歌詞
Criminology 2.5 (Album Version|Edited) - Raekwon/Ghostface Killah/Method Man
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
One 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 ni**a 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
Watching the ho drop
I'm from a place
Where we locking the low glocks
Yellow tape bodies jiggy
And road blocks
Got the towels up in the air
It's so hot
Talking about Staten Island profiling
Switchblade city
The goons is wildin
Escape from my slums ni**a
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 ni**a
Where yours at
We call that raw rap
Got fiends in front of my door mat
That witty unpredictable fly sh*t
Drive by sh*t
These the niggas I ride with
And we gon' get cake
You all as soon as this pie split
Smackin' up the dry snitch
Ni**a you my b**ch
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
B**ches runnin' they mouth
Goons runnin' your gate
My team runnin' the block
Cops runnin' my plates
Well f**k that criminology rap
Niggas hate I hate back
Floating in the flyest Maybach
Ni**a