To Rate★ Verse 1 ★
Bump bump bump when you listen to the sounds
Mr. Criminal’s coming back around doing it for the brown
Gotta let ‘em know what’s crackin’ in the 2-Double O-2
I got a plan to make it big, like I’m suppose to
Can’t nobody hold me down
It’s been waiting to happen
Off probation, out of trouble
Now I’m coming out rapping
Stop ‘em dead in their tracks
If they choose to run up
Could give a damn about opinions
I’m just trying to make a buck, fuck luck
I put forth a gang of effort
Step back or get hurt
When I bust they go berserk
Insert the whole crowd full of adrenaline
Cause you know I’m coming doper than ephedrines
Stay G’d up from the top bottle to the feet up
And while you’re holding out
I know you gotta blaze that weed up
And pass that bottle over here while you’re at foo
Criminal’s that youngster with the “fuck it” type of attitude
★ Talkbox ★
★ Verse 2 ★
Now whose that?
The one they call Criminal dropping track after track
Pure and original that’s a muthafucking fact
Don’t get me confused with other rappers cause they’re wack
2002 and Hi Power is where it’s at
First I hit ‘em with the maniac in black
Now you got Criminal’s name all up in your track
Is it perhaps you like the way I rap
Or jealous as fuck and talk behind my back
I really just don’t understand
Like me or not it’s still turning out like I planned
Hit the bank almost daily to deposit a grand
Now it’s time for me to separate the boys from man
Running the ❲?❳ with nothing but the best in the biz
Ask around our camp is the tightest there is
We got the chronic leaf logo straight dropping hits
Letting everybody know they can’t fuck with this, bitch
★ Talkbox ★
★ Verse 3 ★
Now this is for the streets homie
So I gotta lay low before them L.A. county sheriffs try to creep on me
Can’t get caught up in the mix
Locked down for five to six
Rather stay out in the streets
And keep on dropping hits like this
Matter of fact go ahead and hit front to back
Rolling to this gangster track
And roll up a sack while you’re at it
All my homies roll deep, creased up bald headed and tatted
It’s automatic that I show love to the streets
I seen foos come up and others wrapped in sheets
So I gotta thank God for the progress I made
Lyrics written by Criminal with production by Fabe
Now I’m paid and I got it made
Drop the shit for the real riders on the streets, fuck the lames
★ Talkbox ★
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Mr. Criminal - Keep That Away From Me
Everything ain’t what it seems Keep that shit away from me Far away {Chorus: Rich Rabbit} Everything ain’t what it seems Keep that shit away from me When