Lyrics:
you talking 'bout
Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
Fly away in my new, Scabetti,
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
of my mind
Maybe I'm a criminal (ah)
Maybe I'm a cultural criminal (ah)
Maybe I'm a criminal (ah)
Maybe I'm a cultural criminal
And don't forget
Been a criminal
All of my life
That's a fact
Since I was lil
Jackin bikes for parts
Just to scrap
All them lil rats
Went and told my momma
Smack
Mr. Bennett never finished, you can't miss a call
Me and Supa Supa sold out SOB's, New York
Went from Maggie's Palace sellin' reggie out the door
Now
This Jet Life, don't scrub, you blot that
Flow runs in the Porsche, I'm out front and got my top back
Label me a author, fore founder of lifestyle
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
does it have to be this way, our
Children of today won't stay wise (thugs cry)
Let the children hear when thugs cry
Dear God, oh why
Heh, maybe my
of a criminal
You stay cynical
Stay high rolling not your standard typical
Don't be a underdog born as a champion
Fuck being employed want the barse occupation
Intro:
Yea…..Mr. Criminal Lil Passion
Why these motherfuckers trying to go against our people, homie?
Go against the gente you get smashed out like
I'm an official mack, Lex coupe triple black
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he
say who am I
Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 wid the ribs stickin' through the hood
Up to no good thats why'd stay
for niggas slinging more than an O
My Pops and his man did things out the frank stand
From all out Sauerkraut moving it hand-to-hand
To me I'm in
Yo, so let's get the mic burned, open it up
Yes I, check it out
It's like, you listen to the musician
Umbilical mic, my syllable strikes ya vision
I
I'm an official mack, Lex coupe triple black
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die, he
yourself or let it repeat itself
I made mistakes but go fuck yourself Mr. Mrs Perfect
Told my brother if you got an Ace now's the time to put it on the table
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
to murk on my fire since fireworks
Now you hurt, have you goons in a drive-by verse
Cause I'm STRONG in that area thuggin
I just, LOVE leavin niggaz
did a 180
When I was out with my friends
Thought my back was covered
Would never break fold or bend
With a blink of an eye
Means ain't justified by
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
prove it by going out on the sly
Proving your love isn't true
Call me Mr. Blue
I'm Mr. Blue
When you say you're sorry (oh Mr. Blue)
Then turn
and pasting it
Take Belichick playbook and still
Won't be the Patriots y'all shocked
I'm out your league by a long shot
My team gave the city smoke like cigar
Yeah
This that bag talk
Mr shit talker, in his birkin
Need a track hawk
So I can push it fast in suburban
Areas
I bag bitches just because I'm
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