| Yeah, criminal outfit, we kill it
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| Like, fuck the sky, we rising past the limit
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| Full clips, ain’t no bullshit permitted
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| Yeah, criminal outfit, we kill it
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| Criminal outfit, we hit it
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| The mob way, nigga, dark shades and fitteds
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| Race cars from the parkways, we did it
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| Yeah, criminal outfit, we kill it
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| Chrome’ll get waves, homes
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| Your dome’ll get blazed
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| Get blown with the gauge
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| Your bones in the grave
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| Rich from drug money
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| The rest from hookers
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| DT’s stressin' the bookers
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| Niggas wanna a jokes just turn on the pressure cookers
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| That nigga’s duckin' and dodgin'
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| Up in the priest, so fuck it, we’re sergeants
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| Guns cut bonkers, fuck it, your conscience
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| Fuck O M Nasis, 5 Family Click
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| You live handle these clips
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| Guns up, get the ones up
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| No late shots, hit my targets from the lungs up
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| Triggers click on robbery shit
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| Split the funds up
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| Nigga, four pound hoodie, down raisin' the gums up
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| We 'bout raisin' the slums up
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| Yeah, raisin' the dump up
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| Yeah, I know gangsta
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| Killer rich niggas that move to Dubai
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| So rich, that them niggas try to buy 'em the sky
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| That mean, Qatar oil money
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| Abu Dubai crisis
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| Fuck baby mama drama
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| They got ex-wife crisis
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| Ex-marines that they hire as sharpshooter
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| Ebola in your Coca-Cola, while your car cooper
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| Yeah, you see I show your chick sharing
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| I threw her in the Uber, she couldn’t fit the McLaren
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| Back in the days of the boulevard of Linden
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| I used to sell crack and always carried the Linen
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| You the borrowing type, I’m the type that’s lending
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| The object of the game is to make more than you’re spendin'
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| You from a different era, you niggas in there pretending
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| You pay half, but you’ll be dead if you don’t pay the rest
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| Ain’t into teachin', man, I leave that shit to KRS
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| Cocaine democracy, my philosophy
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| Kill your hypocrisy
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| For Boardwalk monopoly
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| You see it’s four war place talk
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| We had to FaceTalk
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| Made him sniff a whole kilo
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| It blew his face off
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| Yeah, criminal outfit, we hit it
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| Like, fuck the sky, we risin' past the limit
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| Full clips, ain’t no bullshit permitted
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| Yeah, criminal outfit, we hit it
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| Criminal outfit, we hit it
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| Criminal outfit, we hit it
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| The mob way, nigga, dark shades and fitteds
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| Race cars from the parkways, we did it
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| Yeah, criminal outfit, we hit it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Criminal Outfit, artist - Kool G Rap. Album song Return of the Don, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп