Criminology
Raekwon Lyrics

I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me
I warned you not to mess with me a long time ago, but you didn't listen.

Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to, huh?
Who do you think you're talking to, huh?

(You wanna fuck with-) Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?
Do you think I'm your servant, like a bellboy or something?

Do you wanna go to war? (Nothin' but a half a mil', we build)
Do you want to fight? We can do that, but it's going to cost us.

You wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?
If you want to fight, we're prepared to fight back.

For real, y'all Takin' you on another one, son Uh, Julio Iglesias Makin' cream like that nigga
I'm serious about this, let's go. Another verse, a reference to Julio Iglesias, and making money like him.

Yo, first of all, son, peep the arson (blaow) Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark
First of all, look at the destruction. I'm out here creating chaos and causing a scene.

Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture
I'm a pro at stealing money, I'm the one to take you towards the end of the world. I'm always moving fast, making it hard to catch me.

Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react, like a convict, and start killin' shit
The track is amazing, produced by RZA and its militant. My response to it is brutal, like a convict who just wants to cause damage.

It's manifested, the God's work like appliances Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
This is my calling, this is my purpose. I'm spinning around in my world of knowledge.

The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow)
I've got you trapped in my world, escape is impossible. You tried, but you were stopped by force.

No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?
It's a fact that I defeated you, you're gone. You're covered in dirt now, how are you resting?

While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (cash rules)
I'm trapped by the sound of the music, it has a hold on me. Ready to do whatever it takes to make money, even if that means pushing people off airplanes.

Everything around me, black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree
My world is dark, and you can see that. Listen to me, as I spit this murder rap.

Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction
Listen to the beat, and be satisfied. The music is so good it's like a flashback, it's a chain reaction.

(Lace 'em niggas, son) AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black
Get these fools ready, son. I'm armed with guns, and I'll shoot back like I have seventy MACs. Everyone knows who I am, and what I'm capable of.

Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see Marvelous, menace for society
Ron G is my boy, he's with me. I'm marvelous, but also a menace to society.

But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost I max the most shotguns through the nose
But enough about that. Let's celebrate with some champagne, and hang out with Ghost. I've got a lot of shotguns, ready to go.

Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top 'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot
I don't care about rap, it's hip-hop that made me famous. I'm rocking Polo and Tommy Hilfiger, with a huge knot in my pocket.

The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
I'm unpredictable with my rhymes, and I'm always on the move. I'm not afraid to take risks, and I'll call out a liar.

And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal, foul Fall through, child was wild
You already know I've been to jail, running around reckless. I had some wild times.

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 niggas got stuck And the nigga chain was truck?
The old lady snitched, but whatever, it's all good. Love to you. No, I didn't go to jail. It wasn't worth it for just six guys and stealing a necklace.

Yo, fuck that, criminology rap Sneakers stay jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga
Forget all that, I'm just here to spit my criminology rap. My sneakers are always jet black, and I'm cruising around in the freshest car.

(Bring it, yeah) Much love go to New York City All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas
Bring it on, let's do this. Much love to New York City, and all my boys rocking Tommy Hilfiger and ice.