Raekwon The Chef

Raekwon The Chef - Criminology lyrics

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"I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey
 not to FUCK ME."
 "Hey hey  who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!"
 "Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough boy?"
 "You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war  OK?"

 Comin up on half a mil  we build
 Get real God  taking you on another one Son
 Uhh  Julio Igleasias
 Makin CREAM like that nigga

 Verse One: Ghostface Killer

 Yo, burst of awesome, be the arson
 Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
 Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
 I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture
 Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
 Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit
 It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
 Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
 The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway
 You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
 No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
 Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
 While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
 Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES
 Everything around me black as you can see
 Swallow this murder one verse like God degree
 Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
 You adapt like a flashback chain reaction

 Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

 Just a minute son...
 AK's black bust back like seventy Macs
 I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black
 Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
 Marvelous, Menace fo' Society
 But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
 I max the most shotguns through the nose
 Phonograph hip-hop put me on top
 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot
 The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
 Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
 And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul
 Four-toothed child was wild
 The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
 No I'm not doin a nid
 Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got
 stuck, and the nigga chain was truck
 Yo fuck that, Criminology rap
 Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac
 Nigga... bring it!
 Yeah

 Outro: Raekwon

 Much love go to New York City
 All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz
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Language: English

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