[Hook3x] Born in the days of a Criminal Criminal, criminal, criminal Born in the days of a Criminal Born in the days of a Criminal
[Verse 1:2pac]
Born in the the days of a criminal Runnin from the cops and cash let em see me So I'm hoping out the Benz It's time to let the vallet step Gotta make my ends, so business on the undertip The coppers will get dropped, so tell them not to fuck with me If Oakland gets to hot, I'm headed for Marin City Though hunted like a fugitive, those punks will never capture me Tech nine on my side, oh stay in back of me I'm black from head to toe, I move and there's a silence The smoothest criminal, a lunatic for violence So I be taken no shorts, when the shit get scandalous Rippin' of this vest see, so nigga we can handle this Run up and get smacked up, packed up and smacked down I'm a playa, there's more in the J town Bitches wanna jock, and run they hands all in my hair Ho give up the cock, or you can get up outta here I'm living like a mac, the narcist will be minimal Niggas getten jacked with they cap peeled back In the days, of a criminal
[Verse 2:2pac]
I'm kickin' kilos but I start of with a quarter ounce Servin with weight cause, every little dollar counts Makin my grits and tryin to get my mail on So fuck a cop he get dropped if he steps wrong I'm the bad guy, everybody points at me But fuck em, all, as long as the triggaz happy Makin my cash flow, but how long will it last though Pimpin ain't easy but I still leavin your ass broke Pass the vapors as the papers will be comin in I give the cuts and give a fuck about being a friend Bitch I'm a playa got no time to be bothered with Havin no babies in no long term relationships Because a bitch will be a bitch no matter what you say That's why I fuck em, bust a nut, and I'm on my way Soon as I finish I'll be glad I even fucked a whore Cause she'll be blowin up my beeper before I shut the door But fuck a bitch I keep my mind on my drink cause yo That's how I'm livin in the days, of a criminal
[Verse 3:2pac]
It's the menace of Marin, I kill, I kill again Ain't nothing funny about the game the game I'm rollin in You got a problem with it, Mr. handle yours I ain't no joke, I'll have you broke down to your draws I'm trigga happy and I give less than a fuck Love me or hate me I'mma show to rip shit up It's Mr. nothin, nice on the mic stand Mic in the left and the zest in my right hand I took a puff had enough now, hold up If that was endo, niggas gettin' rolled up You think not, get dropped we can handle this Cause 2Pac brain locked on the cannabis Days are dangerous, shoot em but you can't miss I never trip on your bitch cause she's scandalous Now come and get a good look at the crook, who Lives his life in the streets of the jungle Some call me animal, tell me how you figure though Put em in the nimp, in the days of a criminal
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