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Monday, July 18, 2011

LYRICS: criminology

MAAAN F' THESE NIGGAS WITH A HIV DICK/

IM FEENA ROB EVERY NIGGA I SEE REAL SHIT/

WE HIGH OFF THAT SHIT I CANT FEEL SHIT/

GAS TANK ON E… BUT I KEEP A FILLED CLIP/


CAUGHT SON ON DIVISION & HALL ABOUT ONE/

HIT'M IN THE NOSE WITH THE GUN, SAID DONT RUN/

WENT IN HIS POCKETS TOOK HIS WALLET & HIS PHONE/

A EBT CARD 12 BUCKS & SOME GUM/


IM GONE… NO MASK / SURGICAL GLOVES ON/

STROLLING THRU EAST TOWN, GETTIN MY MUG ON/

IM FEENA THE SH%T OUTTA THIS B%TCH WIT THESE UGGS ON/

WHEN THE WARS ON, SHOOT TIL MY SLUGS GONE/


I USTA SELL DRUGS IN A DRUG FREE SCHOOL ZONE/

DRUG FREE NOW THE MUSIC MAKE ME ZONE/

QUICK HANDS FAST TALKER BUSY BONE/

WISH A CRAZY NIGGA WOULD WE CAN GET IT ON/
BRING MO THUGS I'LL TEAR THE FLESH OF HIS BONES/

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