Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Career Criminal

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Dog check this out man I needa holla at you dog

I don't mean to rain on your parade my nigga but

Sit down dog

No pot to piss in, no window to throw it out

But I'm on my mission, it's a lot of drama now

My draws are stained, mucus membranes done drained

Ain't lookin' the same, steady tryin' to maintain

So what's the focus, my thrid eye of the Devil open

I'm really hoping he won't take me back to robbin' and yolkin

I look at myself in the mirror, my pistol tuck

Not giving a fuck, only thing blessed with was bad luck

I'm back on the corner, with a new lease on life

I got a new pistol won't sleep for 'least four nights

I don't fuck with these pussies

I'm squeezin' if they touch me or push me

I'm up in some pussy up out there

Muscling with Uzi's

No nigga could see me, all the years being mistreated

Or underfed, all the snacks under my mama bed

It's hot as hell, no AC in the summertime

It make you wanna die, somehow I just wanna ride

So I start my quest

Career criminal

In the streets with the feinds

Indictment and things of me fleeing the scene

Career criminal

I started with dope fiends

Now I'm a O.G., these streets they know me

Career criminal

Gun sticks and knives

Any altercations, yeah, yo ass gon die

Career criminal

Hitman for hire

Just a few stacks, boom boom, retire

I spend five for the nickle rock, turn that bitch into a dime

Now a nigga get the drift, clientele grow with time

Now a nigga shoppin now, look at what I'm coppin now

Might sound funny, scoop her up just to knock her down

Fuck catchin' the bus, bought a brand new Monte Carlo

Got half in my pocket, bring the other half tomorrow

Look at me shining bitch, rewards of grindin bitch

Fruits of my labor, they walkin' while I'm drivin' bitch

One nickle bag of 'erb and I'm on top of the world

My balls and my word, that's all I got in this world

I smoked a blunt with my homie before they found him slain

I cried with his momma but told her that's part of the game

I'm into trafficking, excuse me, travelling

I pop the trunk, yo ass couldn't imagine it

Career criminal, that's all I am

Now I'm sellin' this, look at me, damn

Career criminal

In the streets with the feinds

Indictment and things of me fleeing the scene

Career criminal

I started with dope fiends

Now I'm a O.G., these streets they know me

Career criminal

Gun sticks and knives

Any altercations, yeah, yo ass gon die

Career criminal

Hitman for hire

Just a few stacks, boom boom, retire

Now I'm on top of ki's, we world apart

Travel across the seas, where girls menage

Now I'm a young man, dick in my hand

Dick Cheney'll help me get them bricks in his land

I'm out in Vegas with bitches and all the biggest players

I'm holdin' paper, callin' shots, fuck asking favors

I see that, been at the top of the Trump

This bitch in pumps, she squat swallow then she cums

I sold that, kickin doors where ya hold at

You doing something I couldn't, let's suppose that

I'm well-known, where the hoes at

Well-known wherever you blow your nose at

Career criminal, reminiscing the visuals

Individuals dealing the dope for the residuals

Residing in luxury, guard gated communities

God gave and granted me this immunity

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