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Stay Daddy Stay (Nikka Costa) · Stay Poor.Stay Happy. (Cub Country) · The Best of Criminal Records (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Smooth Criminal (Alien Ant Farm) · Criminal Justice: Axe the Act (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Smooth Criminal (Michael Jackson) · Criminal Minded (Boogie Down Productions) · Life of a Criminal (Pooh-Man) · Smooth Criminal [DualDisc] (Michael Jackson) · Criminal Minded [Bonus Track] (Boogie Down Productions) – and 90 other albums »


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Now how many really goin' ride, when the war start?
Eaten alive by these hollow-tip darts
My 12 gauge'll tear you apart, don't get caught
many really gon' ride, when the war start?
Eaten alive by these hollow-tip darts
My 12 gauge'll tear you apart, don't get caught at the light
the Mr. Original
Bald headed criminal
Shadow of your life
619 is my area code
My dawg Wicked
Gettin lifted like a shovel
And if you see my boy Huttle
Then
to do me the favor and lick my icing under the table now
But I gotta leave town mr. Nally, just as scary spice was about to go down on me
And don't ask
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you love me
Then prove it by goin' out on the sly,
Provin' your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue

I'm Mr. Blue
to county

It's the Mr. Original
Bald headed criminal
Shadow of your life
619 is my area code
My dawg Wicked
Gettin' lifted like a shovel
And if you
Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to splittin'
Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture
Cause when I'm shittin' niggas hit more decks than
Have they helped you out, you're such a hopeless victim
Please don't do me any favors, Mr. Intentional
All their talk, seasoned to perfection
The road
and fighting. As he was being led out, now he's being led back. He was thrown to the ground. The police have the entire area blocked off. Everybody stay back.
spinnin'
Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to splittin'
Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture
Cause when I'm shittin' niggas hit more
is to get the fuck out of my area
Before I rip you from out yo' interior
And hope you know you got to keep a corny nigga smothered
Grab the Gat off
caught in a trap 
You know I'm a beat the wack 
With a payoff, cop gotta lay off 

FBI on my dick, stay off! 
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
And if I'm caught in a trap 
you know I'ma beat the wack 
with a payoff, cop gotta lay off 
FBI on my dick, stay off! 
I'm not a rebel or a renegade
caught in a trap 
You know I'm a beat the wack 
With a payoff, cop gotta lay off 

FBI on my dick, stay off! 
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
a payoff, cop gotta lay off
FBI on my dick, stay off!
I'm not a rebel or a renegade on a quest
I'm a nigga with a 'S' on his chest
So get the Kryptonite
on point, never skip of slip
My bitch stay tryin' to kill me like Mrs. Smith
If I carry two cannons, no time to pull out
I bust through the side of my
of town
Hurtin' me through and through
Call me Mr. Blue

I stay at home at night
Right by the phone at night
But you won't call
And I won't hurt my
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by

We
shanks out, come to court dates
Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine
Talk to me, my criminal mystique
Kick back the boards, six
bird but they slept, so
Who gets the worm?
And if I'm caught in a trap
You know I'ma beat the wack
With a payoff, cop gotta lay off
FBI on my dick, stay
your pouch gets pounced 

Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS 



[Mr. Eon] 

We get our lye on, while my shit spray like Krylon's
remember me
Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast
Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones
Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones
Yes..check me out like this yall..and then like that y'all  

Mr. Man up in ya area 

(la la la la la la laaaa) 

It's like that  Brooklyn is
nothin'
Got a couple of niggas for that 
Stay strapped from the front to the back and the extra clip off in my jacket 
So when I run out I restack it
a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay
Made a fat mother-fucker outta me
(You fat fuck, you fat fuck)
And all that ice cream I been eatin' lately
My chins alone weigh