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Hard Like A Criminal Lyrics - Singles - Das Efx

Verse one 

 

Well biggedy bust a mover 

I biggedy be the trooper cause I'm slammin 

I'm ready to check this jam 

That this is havin 

I'm audi, I'm riggedy rollin four deep, don't sweat it 

I'm troopin it with my niggaz, east new york is where I'm headed 

I'm friggedy freshly dipped, cold as shit but money I'm rugged 

I'm rockin my forty belows in the snow so yo bug it 

Yo fellaz, let's giggedy grab the train, fuck the walkin 

Aaah, here we go, yo, why these people hawkin? 

You you stupid , you look at my crew and now you're thinkin 

(they must be wildin...-= is that them stinkin? ) 

Fuck no you wan-ton soup serving  

You're staring, you beady eyed bastard link 

Whaddya think dick? I'm comin around the train and bumrush ya 

Give me a ten foot pole and I wouldn't even touch ya 

Hey lady, I see you sittin by the conductor 

Thinkin that I'm a nigga, you figure I wanna fuck ya 

Fuck there goes my beeper now these people think I'm slingin 

Rocks by the blocks and killin em by the millions 

But yo hops, here kiggedy comes my stop now I'm audi 

I giggedy gots to go you motherfuckers think I'm rowdy and 

 

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Verse two 

 

The people love it 

I'm swingin it from the lifestyles of the ruff and rugged 

They got me upstate troop, so fuck it 

In penile, I'm hard as a fuckin brick I wreck shop 

Money grip, I'm up in the yard fightin kids till I drop 

But, I'm out now, so fuckers around the way are sweatin my peoples 

Not worried about a new jack black my shit is diezel 

Cause I pack, steel, I got the back, wheel 

And plus I got the yung and the resless watchin my back, still 

Because I'm runnin the ave again 

I'm back in the game with my neighbor 

Up on the ave runnin guns that was to be the new flavor 

And I'm wid it, my cousin's throwin a jam tonight I figures 

That I'm bringin all my guns and I'm bringin all my niggaz 

(don't go hangin out with no niggaz...-= that's the life, that I lead) 

You figgedy fuck around you lay around I told my cousin 

First kill the flex, word is born i'ma bug him 

We spiggedy spark the buddha now I got the devil in me 

I'm sick, quick to smoke a nigga like a chimney 

I'm packin a clip, ready to flip, just me and my friends 

Twenty deep and two deep, a b-m-w and a benz, rollin 

 

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Verse three 

 

Brrr, it's cold as shit, liggedy split I think we're here g 

Fuck I forgot her address, yo fellaz just bear with me 

Yo stevie, remember the crib she was tellin us that she chilled in 

Well there go the block she live on and I think that's her buildin 

 

Let the games begin I'm packin my steel with nuff dreads 

In front of the buldin shit's thick cause all I could see was nuff heads 

But I know them, we're spiggedy sparkin blunts and squeezin triggers 

Bustin caps with my troops and a buncha other niggaz 

 

Awww shit, niggaz is bustin caps, fuck that 

I'm ready to find this crib, where this bitch live at? 

Let's see, none of them kids right there heard of shorty 

Whadup duke, any y'all niggaz heard about this party? 

 

Who the fuck are you g? you couldn't be talkin to me hops 

Get off that bullshit kid or get your teeth dropped 

Cause out here, the biggedy bumrush is mad thick 

I'm ready to catch a body so you might get had quick 

 

A'ight g, I'll biggedy back up but kill the yappin 

Don't play me for no sucker motherfucker it won't happen 

Yo fellaz, let's biggedy break north before I flip 

I'm sick of the way these punk niggaz always talkin shit 

 

Punk what? you stupid motherfuck, is you crazy? 

I'm liggedy loadin my clip about to flip, you're swayze 

I'm ready to light em up the four fifth is set to ill 

So I tightens up my hoody so noone can see the grill 

 

Yo what the fuck you doin man? (blam-blam) 

 

(ohh shit) 

 

What the fuck, now what? 

Where your man at now g, what? 

Yo blitz, yo blitz yo let's be out 

 

Figgedy fuck it 

I caught another body now I'm back up 

State doin a year and a half until my court date 

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