Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Criminology , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Release date: 11.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Criminology |
| «I told you a long time ago you fuckin little monkey |
| not to FUCK ME.» |
| «Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you goin for huh??!» |
| «Who the fuck you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?» |
| «You wanna go to war… Wanna go to war, OK?» |
| Comin up on half a mil, we build |
| Get real God, taking you on another one Son |
| Uhh, Julio Igleasias |
| Makin CREAM like that nigga |
| Verse One: Ghostface Killer |
| 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 cypher I revolve around sciences |
| The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway |
| You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! 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 niggaz 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 |
| Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef |
| Just a minute son… |
| AK’s black bust back like seventy Macs |
| I’m all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black |
| Ron G, you know he coincide with me see |
| Marvelous, Menace fo’Society |
| But anyway, let’s toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost |
| I max the most shotguns through the nose |
| Phonograph 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 nid |
| Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got |
| stuck, and the nigga chain was truck |
| Yo fuck that, Criminology rap |
| Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac Nigga… bring it! |
| Yeah |
| Outro: Raekwon |
| Much love go to New York City |
| All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz |