Criminology lyrics

by

Ol’ Dirty Bastard


[Intro: Sample + Raekwon]
I told you a long time ago, you f*cking little monkey, not to f*ck me
Ayy, ayy, who the f*ck you think you talkin' to, huh? You wanna f*ck with—
Who the f*ck you think I am, your f*ckin' bellboy?
D'you wanna go to war? D'you wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay? (Coming up on half a mil, we build)
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that n*gga

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, (Blaow) 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 hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react like a convict and start killin' sh*t
It's manifested, the gods work like appliances
Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
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' n*ggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (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
[Interlude: Raekwon]
Lace them n*ggas, son

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs
I'm all that, street n*ggas 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
f*ck rap, hip-hop put me on top
'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly sh*t with a knot
The witty unpredictable live sh*t, drive-by sh*t
Do-or-die sh*t, I'll take your lye and sh*t
And then you know I'm runnin' through the penal
Foul, fall through, child was wild
The old lady snitched, but f*ck it, you know what?
One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid
Too much to get, for what, 'cause six n*ggas got stuck
And the n*gga chain was truck?
Yo, f*ck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay
Jet-black floatin' in the flyest Ac', n*gga
(Bring it, yeah)

[Outro: Raekwon]
Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil', ice-rockin' n*ggas
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