Criminal lyrics

Artist  : Pr Terrorist 
Song : Criminal



 Send "Criminal" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ 9th Prince, Prodigal Sunn, Shyheim







[Intro: Shyheim]



27, aight, Terrorist, Killarmy, yeah



Rulin' this, yea, real niggas love this shit
right here



Uh, come on, my real niggas gon' love this shit
right here



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah



My real niggas gonna love this shit, my real
niggas gonna love this shit



Watch, my real niggas gonna love this shit,
tellin' you



Real niggas, only real niggas bump shit like
this, for real







[Shyheim]



I smack niggas like you and tell 'em, go get your
gun



As far as I'm concerned, you can suck dick and
swallow cum



I'm God's son, the rose of salvation



Product of the ghetto, I'm the street's
creation



I move like vampires, only at night



Handgrip like pliers, on the glock wit rapid
fire



It's automatic, Shyheim keeps a ratchet



Me and thugs run together like cigarettes and
matches



Better give me mines, or I'mma let them rob
you



What would you do, when the dogs say you fool?



Run in hideouts? Let me find out



You squat when you piss, scared to pull your dick
out



I love drama, that's why surgeons know my name



In the E.R. unit, for givin' cats pain



I catch another "Buck 50", 'fore I give
up my chain



I'm God when I'm angry, makin' thunder and
rain







[P.R. Terrorist]



You hardly qualify, fuckin' wit I, Terrorist,
die



I'm never calm, niggas scheme on gold and plat'
charms



Wit leathers and goose feathers on, I never felt
the weather warm



It's hot like when the sweaters torn, from the
lead of Desert Storm



Your resume was never sworn, I'm sharper than the
cactus thorn



My practice on the patient's juggler, his ass was
gone



Backdrafts the norm', expose the chemical
bombs



Criminals, cons, thug drug dealers that carry
arms



Yo, leprechaun, show me the pot of gold



Before my slug blow pain at third nostril like
Picasso



In your face, invadin' my space, you sayin' your
grace



I'm leavin' you laced, and beatin' the case



All fake niggas stay in their place, it's the
thrill of "The Chase"



Tongue kiss the track, blow out the back of the
base







[9th Prince]



Fifty four shots aimed at your knot



We plot like them killers who shot Tupac



Shyheim, pass me the iron glock, we keep crime in
stock



Platinum frame specs got me lookin' like
Cyclops



We hardcore like gang wars wit C4, raw like
cavemen fightin' dinosaurs



Outlaws, when I hear streets call, we brawl



My dogs start to crawl, like project pitbulls



Iron Metal Jackets is full, ready to blow ya
fuckin' head off



Like a sawed-off, you soft like a homo gettin'
slain up north, word life







[Chorus 2X: P.R. Terrorist, Prodigal Sunn]



Everybody wanna be a thug



Nobody wanna feel a slug, crush, stay mug



Everybody wanna weep when they see the slugs



Yet everybody coppin' pleas when they see the
judge



It's Criminal