Raekwon, Ghost Face Killah - Criminology

Criminology
Raekwon, Ghost Face Killah
03:47
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Song lyrics

– I told you a long time ago, you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me!
– Hey hey! Who the fuck you think you talking to, huh? Who the fuck you think I am, your fucking bellboy?
– You wanna go to war? Wanna go to war? Okay!

[Intro: Raekwon]
Comin' up on half a mil we build,
Get real, y'all, takin' you on another one, son.
Uh, Julio Iglesias,
Makin' cream like that nigga.

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo! First of all, son, peep 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 cipher, I revolve around science.
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway,
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway, 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' niggas 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.
Lace them niggas, son!

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
AK's black bust back like seventy Macs,
I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez black,
Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see,
Marvelous menace for society.
But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost,
I max the most shotguns through the nose,
Fuck rap, 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 bid.
Too much to get for what ‘cause six niggas got stuck,
And the nigga chain was truck,
Yo, fuck that, criminology rap,
Sneakers stay jet black, floatin' in the flyest ‘Ac, nigga! Bring it! Yeah!

[Outro: Raekwon]
Much love go to New York City,
All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggas.