Criminal

Lyrics

[Hook] The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals The hot spot full of mad criminals The hot spot [Verse 1] Some DG's took my M.P. V I was rollin' with niggas wildin' Pluckin' up the bar I will listen and stop the violence This nigga tried to get me but he missed with his tool [?] So niggas carjacked his little sister school bus And he knows who's, what was he tripping on [?] My nigga cock the hammer back and put the gun to his own chest Tried to go nowhere and put niggas to rest On top of that, don't fuck around because you holdin the bless Somebody pass his sess, 'fore we blast his dome And took they asses home And then their problems are owned No matter how high i was blown, blood pressure had grown Cause my mind had transported into a materless zone Pick up the cellular phone so I can answer be They probably find a cure for cancer before they handle the streets It be difficult and niggas rolling up like sheets I never break my pastor fate over hip-hop beats You can be a peace maker and you still catch heat And shorties rocks with Glocks, for an incredible feast I'm all equipped with the Motorola flip And on cue like Tip but my crew don't slip We living criminal [Hook] The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals [Verse 2] I don't really see no type of sense on niggas starting When they could not be hard And they [?] you'll be missing With your album cover on the back of cartons of my milk Cause you're soft like silk, you got killed My lyrics is built and drop math in your path I hit the sess, not the cane, but you still can feel the wrath When the [?] like thuggin, bugging about the spark shit You want some more [?] can we [?] talk shit When thoughts [?] I create a future vast and blasted by [?] Even Quincy Jones will come back to the block With paramedics be reviving niggas just with the shock treatment, yo, everybody on the street when Doctor to the ground and I was bucking at the clown [?] put the Lord down I don't play that shit [?] for Mother Earth sick kids I lay Like a cigarette, stress makes a nigga get fits I'm pushed to the limits And yo thats sick I'm all equipped with the Motorola flip On cue like Tip but my crew don't slip We living criminal [Hook] The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals The hot spot full of mad criminals Full of mad criminals Check it out yo, this is going out to all the criminals, I know you know wI'm saying Niggas that's real on the deal LTS, 704, ESP niggas kicking it down doors You know what I'm saying Everybody in the lawtown the city of sin, laying you know I'm saying, low Haven, out there, niggas in matter black Cambridge, the [?], Dorchester Murder bad you know what I'm saying, everybody out there South and puertoricans never weaken X-mens just freakin All criminals down and dirty sneakin, yeah Wash it out, fuck the law, rugged and raw like That And we out