Criminology Lyrics - Singles - Raekwon The Chef

"I told you a long time ago you fuckin' little monkey not to fuck me" 

"Hey hey, who the fuck you think you going for huh?" 

"Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' door boy?" 

"You wanna go to war? Wanna go to war, okay?" 

Comin' up on half a mil, we build 

Get real God, taking you on another one son 

Uhh, Julio Igleasias 

Making cream like that nigga 

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 hand glide, 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 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway 

You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway 

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 

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 bid 

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 floatin' in the flyest Ac' 

Nigga, bring it, yeah 

Much love go to New York City 

All my Tommy Hil' ice rockin' niggaz