| Doctor Wolfgang I heard you was a mastermind of crimes baby
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| and I’d like you to break it down for me and have a nigga know about the criminal aspects
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| and it’s subliminal criminal aspect of a brother’s life and all that
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| Man, nigga you need to get in, get out and get something
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| (I need some of that motherfunkin’dollarbill)
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| Nigga what, ain’t nobody given me no handouts (break it down for me)
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| Yeah I’ma tell you how it goes
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| It ain’t your average crime, ain’t fits one of mines
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| I tried to warn 'em at first but I’ve got to prove it this time
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| They call me ChuckWick, the 5th Ward, hard crippler
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| Niggaz think I’m the devil, bitches hail me like Hitler
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| But still, I’m real with these skills that I’ve mastered
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| Peeling your caps backwards while I’ve never been captured
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| So I’m physically and mentally relentless
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| I live for the killing, and Chuckie’s my accomplice
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| And me, I’m a psycho coma
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| Killer with the skills, releasin’these tales of drama
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| They fuck around and sell a million copies still
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| Motherfucking coppers wanna watch me chill
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| That lets me know I’m on they brain
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| so they never out of my range, cause I’m shootin’like Danny Ainge
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| Dumpin’two clips minimum, now I’m at your funeral
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| Should’ve never fucked with the subliminal criminal
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| It’s subliminal criminals at your door
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| The enemies didn’t know they had a loaded 4−4
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| And it’s cocked in this Glock each one is gon’drop
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| (and your wicked) just can’t be stopped
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| Well it’s Sherm, who dat comin up to the bath, as I rat-tat-tat-tat
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| Grab yo gat and watch your fucking back
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| This ain’t no ho-gang, bitches on the real
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| So you best to be packing your steel, or you bitch be getting killed
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| Jackin’and robberies ain’t nothin but hobbies
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| Seal your vest and check yourself and don’t be rolling by me sloppy
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| Cos I’ma jack you, fool I’ma get you
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| 9 mill-a-meter spray hit you bitch and let ya split ya So knuckle down or motherfucker knuckle up
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| 'Bout to get fucked all that Chucks
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| So don’t push your motherfucking luck
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| 357, 9 mill-a-meter or the tec-9 will shine
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| If I see ya bitch pulling next to me I can be going for mine
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| Old-school motherfucker, but I’m only eighteen
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| Stepping hard for the scene in '95 you gon’see what I mean
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| Been in and out of hospital, stressing out my mental
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| So say what’s up to a subliminal criminal
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| Dr. Wolfgang Von Buschwicken The Barbarian Mother-funky Stay High Dollar
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| Billstir
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| is gonna break down what makes up a subliminal criminal
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| and why it’s a white-collar crime below the threshold
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| of conscious perception inadequeate to produce conscious awareness
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| criminal of involving or having the nature of a person
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| who has committed or beeing legally convicted guilty of a crime
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| It is shameful and disgraceful that you don’t know what time it is |