Tonart: Bb minor•
Verse 1
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I'm here with
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what's your definition of a criminal?
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My definition of a criminal?
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My definition of a criminal
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Always breaking the law,
cracking your jaw
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I'm the reason why you're
laying in charge
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Fuck what you saw,
packed my neighborhood
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up big on the wall
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Stacking cash in my wallet with dope
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on my definition of a criminal
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When the fucking police
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can't catch ya, coming to get ya
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Blashing with my tank, not causing a rash
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Just rolling through your fucking area,
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causing disaster
Put my definition of a criminal
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I disassemble plots,
rob lots from gay shots
Steady climbin' to the top,
give a fuck if you like it or not
Stackin' my knot,
burnin' rocks or smokin' on pots
The way I see it, better shoot first
to be the one that gets shot
Mr. Criminal,
the one that fools just hate on the lot
I stay original,
and keep a steady aim on my glock
Cause nowadays,
fools be comin' with some crooked -ass way
So now I think it's best
I let the fuckin' beast out the cage
Lethal injections,
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I serve motherfuckers for testing
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Run up on em, quickly suppress em,
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leave em on the ground
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After I take his fucking wallet
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Diamond rings in action
Smashing out in his lips
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And straight from Cali to Texas
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As I approach the interstate
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Start lighting up a blunt
Reminiscing how I rolled up
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Started riding on the spot
With a strat on my side
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Double bar rel gauge pump
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Steady smoking on the skunk
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With the body in my demonition
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Always breaking the law
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Cracking your jaw
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I'm the reason why you're
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Fuck what you saw
Clap my neighborhood
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A big on the wall
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Stack of cash in my wallet
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With dope on my neck
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My demonition of a criminal
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When the fucking police
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Can't catch ya, comin' to get ya
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Blast ya with my tank,
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I'm causin' a rapture
Rollin' through your fuckin' area,
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causin' disaster
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My definition of a criminal to me,
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is the definition of a criminal
The one that goes on high
speed chasin',
already got strike two
No more catchin' no casin',
cause I'm fly
Also slick, wicked, and sly
Straight motherfuckin' ridin',
somethin' I can't deny
And why would I try,
daily stay buzzin' and high
Feel like a motherfuckin' cloud,
how I float in the sky
And if I run out,
best believe without a doubt
I'll be creepin' on my tippy toes
when lights are out
All in your house,
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takin' everything in my route
And before I make my exit,
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put some hoes in your spout
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I'm the type of criminal
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law enforcement can't
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figure out
Introduce you to my stripe,
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now put it up in your mouth
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Tak in' you out,
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leave your bank account on drought
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And while you're restin' in pieces,
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I'll spend some time in the South
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Never get caught,
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that's a lesson that I was taught
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Now picture me rollin' like
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Saini's with the money
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My definition of a criminal
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Always breakin' the law,
wreckin' your jaw
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I'm the reason why you layin' in char
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Fuck what you saw,
black line neighborhood
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or bank on the wall
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Stack of cash in my wallet was dope
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but my definition of a criminal
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Who on the fucking po lice
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can't catch a gum in a gacha
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Blashing with my tank not causing a rash
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I'm sprawling through your fucking area,
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causing disaster
My definition of a criminal
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to defuse that B .S.
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So you heard on bad news,
enemies get straight batted and bruised
Bring your trauma
to your cliques and your crews
Motherfuckers wanna treat
and they get beaten, abused
Physically used and cracked
like a bottle of booze
No respect, make potential victims
hit the deck
Motherfuckers start to tremble
when I bust out the tent
They know what's up,
criminals known for doing crimes
Catch me in the bad news
in the L .A. Times
We're at a quarter past nine
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on a channel nine
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Under investigation, time after time
Forgot a waistline,
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slid cause I'm wicked with mine
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Seventeen shots filled in
the clip of my knife
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The seventeen shelf stacks
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gonna fill up your spine
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And empty out your fucking pockets
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cause I'm filling them mine
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Until the end of time,
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I'll be robbing fools blind
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I'm bad news aka Mr.
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My definition of a criminal
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Always breakin' the law,
breakin' your jaw
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I'm the reason why you're
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layin' in char
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Fuck what you saw,
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clap my neighborhood or
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Stackin' cash in my wallet
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with dope on my nipples
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My of a criminal
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Who in the fuckin' police,
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can't catch ya, comin' to get ya
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Blashin' with my tech,
not causin' a rash
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Rollin' through your fuckin' area,
causin' disaster
My definition of a criminal
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