Mr. Criminal — Criminal Life (Criminal Mentality 2003)

Текст песни: Criminal Life (Criminal Mentality 2003)

[Intro]
This criminal life
There ain’t no fucking rules
I do what I choose
This criminal life
There ain’t no fucking rules
I do what I choose
Bitch (bitch)

South side, motherfucker
[Verse 1]
All about the south side, brown pride
Flowing through my veins
I give it up to all you motherfuckers that could say the same
You know my name Mr. Criminal, starting with a capital C
These fucking juras always after me
But never will they capture me
I always had to be the one to get away
Putting it down every day until I’m fucking old and grey, bitch
You know what’s up, keeping it real, giving a fuck
I dedicate this to my homeboys in the streets running a muck
Leaving em stuck if they trip
In a coma as I split
Bust out the fifth cause you know this wino gotta get a sip
And give a shit of who you are or who you wanna be
Because the simple truth is that you hoes can’t really fuck with me
And currently I give a fuck about your point of view
You fuck with Mr. Criminal now it’s time for me to fuck with you
Until I die I’m living life the way I choose
Because simple and plain
This criminal life there ain’t no rules

[Chorus]
This criminal life
There ain’t no fucking rules
I’m living in the fast lane
You fuck with me I fuck with you
And then I let the mac rain
Simple and plain
Motherfuckers don’t know what they’re talking about
If you fuck with Mr. Criminal
Ese you will get took out
Gotta come up fast
You know I said it in my last rhyme
Been known for pulling out pistols
But I’m known to fucking blast mine
I’m no rapper I’m soldier from these fucking streets
I found I had a talent
Putting my mind to these gangster beats
[Verse 2]
Now what a trip, vatos running their lips, talking shit
About this motherfucker that they know they can’t fuck with
Stupid as fuck through my eyes
Is how I see these perpetrators
But I know I should not waste my time
Because they’re just haters
Imitators, that’s what they end up getting labeled
But then my street sweeper quickly leaves these busters disabled
I got hook ups and connections like cable
If you cross the line, your life will go from stable to fatal
Like a tornado, I’m fucking up everything I’m my path
You thought it was a joke
But now you’re feeling the wrath
Give me your cash or better yet just give me your life
They say I’m wrong but fuck it cause I’ve never been right
And every night I’m out there and I’m making my ends
Because I upgrade my cutlass to a C-class benz
On some 20 inch rims with some banging ass sounds
Hitting every block from street to street and town to town

[Chorus]
This criminal life
There ain’t no fucking rules
I’m living in the fast lane
You fuck with me I fuck with you
And then I let the mac rain
Simple and plain
Motherfuckers don’t know what they’re talking about
If you fuck with Mr. Criminal
Ese you will get took out
Gotta come up fast
You know I said it in my last rhyme
Been known for pulling out pistols
But I’m known to fucking blast mine
I’m no rapper I’m soldier from these fucking streets
I found I had a talent
Putting my mind to these gangster beats
[Verse 3]
I got styles that’ll break you down just like pounds
In the very first round, ese I watch you drown, in your own blood
Claim you’re a thug, I dump slugs that are dipped in titanium
Aiming ‘em for your cranium
I’m one of the baddest, no joke don’t provoke
You’ll get smoked with no muthafucking hope
Let’s get hung on a rope
You can’t cope so don’t try
You’re asking why, Mr. Criminal put a bullet in your spine
There ain’t no California loving
Everybody’s always tripping
So I’m staying on my toes
And making sure I’m never slipping
Dipping to my destination, avoiding assassination
Player [?] is sick
Just like some fucking masturbation
Frustrations got me holding my nine
Ready to bust
Foos get touched when I’m gone off the adrenaline rush
I give a mad ass fuck about all you fucking foos
Because just like I said this criminal there ain’t no rules

[Chorus] x2
This criminal life
There ain’t no fucking rules
I’m living in the fast lane
You fuck with me I fuck with you
And then I let the mac rain
Simple and plain
Motherfuckers don’t know what they’re talking about
If you fuck with Mr. Criminal
Ese you will get took out
Gotta come up fast
You know I said it in my last rhyme
Been known for pulling out pistols
But I’m known to fucking blast mine
I’m no rapper I’m soldier from these fucking streets
I found I had a talent
Putting my mind to these gangster beats