Chorus: 3Xs 



Born in the days of a Criminal 

Criminal, criminal, criminal 

Born in the days of a Criminal 

Born in the days of a Criminal 



Verse One 



Born in the the days of a criminal 

runnin from the cops and cash let em see me 

So I'm hoping out the Benz 

it's time to let the vallet step 

Gotta make my ends, so business on the undertip 

The coppers will get dropped, so tell them not to fuck with me 

if Oakland gets to hot, I'm headed for Marin City 

Though hunted like a fugitive, those punks will never capture me 

Tech nine on my side, oh stay in back of me 

I'm black from head to toe, I move and there's a silence 

the smoothest criminal, a lunatic for violence 

So I be taken no shorts, when the shit get scandalous 

rippin' of this vest see, so nigga we can handle this 

Run up and get smacked up, packed up and smacked down 

I'm a playa, there's more in the J town 

Bitches wanna jock, and run they hands all in my hair 

Hoe give up the cock, or you can get up outta here 

I'm living like a mac, the narcist will be minimal 

Niggas getten jacked with they cap peeled back 

In the days, of a criminal 



Chorus: 3xs 



[Born in the days of a criminal] 

Criminal, criminal criminal 

Born in the days of a criminal (repeat) 



Verse Two 



I'm kickin' kilos but I start of with a quarter ounce 

servin with weight cause, every little dollar counts 

Makin my grits and tryin to get my mail on 

so fuck a cop he get dropped if he steps wrong 

I'm the bad guy, everybody points at me 

but fuck em, all, as long as the triggaz happy 

Makin my cash flow, but how long will it last though 

pimpin ain't easy but I still leavin your ass broke 

Pass the vapors as the papers will be comin in 

I give the cuts and give a fuck about being a friend 

Bitch I'm a playa got no time to be bothered with 

havin no babies in no long term relationships 

Because a bitch will be a bitch no matter what you say 

that's why I fuck em, bust a nut, and I'm on my way 

Soon as I finish I'll be glad I even fucked a whore 

cause she'll be blowin up my beeper before I shut the door 

But fuck a bitch I keep my mind on my drink cause yo 

that's how I'm livin in the days, of a criminal 



Chorus 



It's the menace of Marin 

It's the menace of Marin 

It's the menace of Marin 



Verse Three 



It's the menace of Marin, I kill, I kill again 

ain't nothing funny about the game the game I'm rollin in 

You got a problem with it, Mr. handle yours 

I ain't no joke, I'll have you broke down to your draws 

I'm trigga happy and I give less than a fuck 

Love me or hate me I'ma show to rip shit up 

It's Mr. nothin, nice on the mic stand 

Mic in the left and the zest in my right hand 

I took a puff had enough now, hold up 

If that was endo, niggas gettin' rolled up 

You think not, get dropped we can handle this 

Cause 2Pac brain locked on the cannabis 

Days are dangerous, shoot em but you can't miss 

I never trip on your bitch cause she's scandalous 

Now come and get a good look at the crook, who 

lives his life in the streets of the jungle 

Some call me animal, tell me how you figure though 

Put em in the nimp, in the days of a criminal 



Chorus: til fade