dreamed that there was a point to life and to the human race I dreamed that I could somehow comprehend that someone Shot him in the face Oh, the day
Prodigy Yous a notebook crook with loose leaf beef A backseat criminal who pass the heat To somebody that blast the heat Man it sound bad on the pad
you had in mind I shot in heaven, now I cry No one lives forever, in fact we all die From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops To those who
bum bum bum, Rum bum bum bum Then me went down town Cause now I'mma criminal, criminal, criminal Oh lawd have mercy, now I am a criminal Man Down Tell
we are every gyal i'm on said in the beginning we are seeing we are every gyal i'm on said there ain't a bulletproof needed for none of these shots
hust a frail nigga I'm the slayer in your nightmares unstoppable When you see me on the street call a audible I got you covered, face it And you can
Well, shit if you believe that then I'll kill you You know why? 'Cuz I'm a Criminal Criminal You goddamn right I'm a criminal Yeah, I'm a criminal
is murder, murder, my mind state Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill Left the keys in the van with a gat in each hand Went up in Eastland and shot
sendin' them Women are caught in webs, spin and hauk venom Adrenaline shots of Penicillin could not get the illin' to stop Amoxacilin is just not real enough The criminal
I'm feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us We done turned to a bygone don crew We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou A lifetime criminal, live
gangsta don't smile and don't laff In a 3 inch shirt nigga 38 waist I ain't small mothafucka I'm takin' up some space With a size 11 shoe that'll kick you in yo face
gold stares, shot's clear They fire was on July the 4th, Weapons get torn, fugitive slidin' off My force is combined, new world, 2009 Digital, criminals
criminals, they ride in Crown V's injectin neighborhoods with chemicals. I'm tellin you, it all makes sense they killed the president, sniped him out with one shot
Yo, Jam boy magic, Mr. Fantastic Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard Half smooth criminal and half straight
least twelve times in the chest Spit around, shot the chink in the breast She cryin', head shots put her to rest Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franklin faces
The whole 9, I dont waste time, I brace mines from the waistlines Niggas is scared to face mine See I'm a criminal, so after this interview I'ma bend
his kids and taped up his wife He said, "Yo Rock, set 'em up", no question Wet 'em up no less than 50 shots in his direction How many shots? Man nigga