C-Murder Criminal Minded Lyrics
Last updated: 12/30/2006 11:00:00 AM
im a criminal
he's a criminal
she's a criminal
we some criminal's
wouldn't you like to be a criminal too
and we thuggin'!
lil boy...from tha mind to the heart
tru thug niggas from tha heart boy...tru nigga aka... stick up kid
(i gots to have it) i gotta have it...i live the fast life ya herd?
i live the fast life (ya'heard) the world ain't big enough for us
check it out.....
im a criminal detrimental to your health i break bread with any nigga bad for
your health project boy c-murda milla straight up killa thug nigga ya
cajun wit pilla, tha reepa put ya in a sleepa a night creepa i put 187 in ya
beepa mah phone calls, shit i think its tapped ?(had to feel ya with tha whole
comble? by the gurt nap gun clappa aka the gun clappa ask my tru niggas we
murderers and we rappas straight criminals from the bush to my shoes i done
paid my dues i dont leave no clues cuz im..
six in the morn po po's at my door investigate, the yellow tape at the liquor
store the white chalk around the victim witha vest it was a mess my ashtray was
full of cest you gotta warrant lets conversate upon the porch but i ain't
trippin im thinkin bout that roach a misdameanor that'll lead to a drugbust 90
kilos in the yard on the schoolbus, Cam, Jake, angola to rikers island, to san quinton my niggas aint bullshittin' but i aint snitchin shit im official get the tissue 30 years im a miss you
use a bitch nigga only bust at the feds i better take it like a man if they
give me the chair when them toys come out everbody hit the deck cuz them hot
slugs come out fast like fed-ex im talkin big guns that'll chop ya body remove ya stomach from ya hip i roll witha real click- we livin the fast life and we
ain't slowin it down im hot like gun shells when they hittin the ground you
niggas them kinda thugs that'll just be nervous get a body from my city
?????????deserve us no matta the charge misdameanor murda or fraud hoe's bail
like they teach in university halls