Raekwon - Criminology '09 lyrics

rate me

[Intro: 'Scarface' sample (Raekwon) {Ghostface Killah}]

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}

[Raekwon:]

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

[Interlude: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)]

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)

[Ghostface Killah:]

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

Cause 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