Lyrics:
I'm feeling like a criminal, criminal,
All this be on my subliminal, bliminal,
I can’t fuck with nothing minimal, minimal,
If you really want it let me
Two by two by two
Everybody is two by two by two
Everybody is him and her
Everybody is he and she
Everybody is on and on
Two by two and cookie
good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's internal, happens
Mortal surgery
Caused by mutilations
Blood on the floor
Shattering
Terrible fear
About your death
Criminal cannibalism
In all your members
Without
Life after youth
Faded in twilight
The dawn of a criminal in bloom
First love
First forgiveness
We were delinquents
Freaks of a faded memory
Lily of the West
Arrangement by Joan Baez
When first I came to Louisville
Some pleasure there to find
A damsel there from Lexington
Was pleasing
of there
Same place you put your hat
My niggas throwing hollows there
I'm loading up the oo-wop listening to 2Pac
I'm a dope boy so the money in the shoe
cause my nuts is bigger
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
que 2PAC [en cainri]
N**** ton équipe la street c'est la street, je vais péter le milli
Le rap c'est comme de la trap je vais peut être partir
Spectre
Spectre
Special Executive for Counter-intelligence, Terrorism, Revenge and Extortion
Spectre
c Global Criminal Syndicate and Terrorist
(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)
Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train
I've got enough money to pay all
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
Woah, yeah
And all my criminals in here tonight
What? (Tonight) what? (Tonight)
What? What? Woah, ayy
You are now tuned in to some of
The greatest
Sin is a game,
So it is spoken,
Each crime's the same,
The law must be broken.
I know right and wrong,
I was taught by my father,
But jail's where I
She's waiting
Just inside the door
In perfume
Probably nothing more
She'll greet me with her arms spread wide
Hit by the darkness, we'll fly, fly,
(It's a race to the death)
(Inside the most criminal prison in America)
Yeah
(If you think there's no justice, think again)
Ayo
(Now only ha-) I
How you doing, Redman, I'm Dr. Trevis
Okay, my papers show that you strangled a white male by the name of a Mr. Van-Allen
At a rap concert, matter
Who ever knew that we two
Could be free as we'd fancy,
Fancy is free
But are we bound
To each other by love,
To each other by love?
Who
everywhere 'fore
A nigga stop and I still'll be crawlin'
Fightin' to get up
By the sweat of my brow, I came too far
Dirty niggas wanted 2Pac me in the car
Pick
You need to fly, you need yo flow, you need to let it all go
You need to fall, but you say : criminal wicket, dirty, sticky don't touch
Surf out
Scarface the criminal
Hardcore, invincible
Scarface, invincible
The hardcore, criminal
Never lettin' nothin' stand in the way of me ridin'
on the map and
I don't know what I would do without a woman like you to blame
But you know that I'm the same and
Oh we are American Criminals
Oh yeah we're
half
Do your math
And peep that two halves make a whole
And all I have to hold is my self pride
So these streets I strive
Like a Black Panther
criminal
Y ella lo mueve sensual, al ritmo de este dancehall
Ella me hace un move criminal
Yo la comienzo a menear al ritmo de este dancehall
Enciéndete
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