Criminal
2 Pac & Notorious B.I.G. Lyrics

Lil Capalot, bitch, ha
I am Lil Capalot and I am addressing someone while making a disrespectful gesture

Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
I am a smooth criminal like Michael Jackson

And I still like to tote a .45 like Mike back
I still carry a gun like Michael Jackson used to do

Pull that TEC out just to make a statement
I use my gun to send a message

He gon' need a body bag or a night sack
I am going to kill him

He a bitch, he'll fold under pressure
He is weak and can't handle difficult situations

I can tell from his posture, man, he ain't really like that
I can tell by the way he carries himself that he is not tough

Mama told me, 'I don't care if you scared
My mother told me to fight even if I am scared

Go in for the kill, if they try you, better fight back'
She encouraged me to fight hard if someone tries to hurt me

We'll beat his ass if he tryna throw the Folks up
If he tries to challenge us, we will beat him up

What's all that shit you was sayin' like you was so tough?
Why were you talking so tough when you are not?

They gon' have to carry your mans if he approach us
If his friend tries to confront us, he will need to be carried out

Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam when we get close up
I will shoot my gun when we are close enough

Rich-ass gangster, my gun match the color of my car
I am a wealthy criminal and my gun matches my car's color

Any sudden movement and this bitch go, 'Fah, fah'
If someone moves suddenly, I will shoot them

Bet I have 'em huggin' Allah
I will kill them and they will be with Allah

I'm the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
I am the greatest of all time and a famous criminal

Youngins tryna clear a crowd with the heat
Young people are trying to intimidate others with their guns

When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
When you are driving, you should have a gun by your side

He was bangin' wrong 'til they found him deceased
He was involved in gang activity until he was killed

It's a whole lot of evil roamin' 'round in the streets, uh
There are many dangerous people out on the streets

So you better look both ways, make your soul shake
You must be careful and aware, or you might die

Demons standin' in the doorway
There are bad people who might harm you

Tell me, Annie, are you okay? Screamin' out, 'No way'
I am asking if you are alright, and you are screaming no

Still on that bullshit, MJ
I am still engaging in criminal activity, like MJ did

Really one of the hottest, and I never dropped a mixtape
I am a popular criminal, and I don't need to make music to prove it

All my life I had to risk-take
I have always taken risks to get ahead

But if they come and try me, .40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
If someone comes to challenge me, I will shoot them until I can't hold my gun anymore

Let anybody in this bitch play
I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting me or challenging me

I'ma have my C's leave his ass in the ground with the stiff face
My associates will kill him and leave him dead in the ground

Where I'm from, all the killers turn hood legend
In my neighborhood, all the murderers become legendary

And they known through them blocks like Dikembe
Everyone knows about them in the neighborhood

Totin' on somethin' bigger than The Great Khali
I am carrying a very large gun

Thirty shots'll knock 'em down like Muhammad Ali
I have enough bullets to knock someone down like Muhammad Ali would in a boxing match

Do the race, scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep
We will make a quick escape in a powerful car

Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P., bitch
If we catch him off guard, we will kill him