Criminology 2.5
Raekwon Lyrics

What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
Do you really think I'm weak and easily manipulated like you?

I told you, man, I told you, don't fuck with me
I warned you multiple times not to mess with me

I told you, no fucking kids, no, but you wouldn't listen
I explicitly said not to involve innocent children, but you ignored me

Well, you stupid fuck, look at you now (Y'all already know!)
You ignorant fool, just look at the consequences you're facing now

(For real, y'all, back behind the wall again) (yeah, you know what it is)
Once again, we're incarcerated, back behind prison walls

(You know what it do, '09 style this time) (It's time to go in now, y'all)
We're bringing back that classic '09 style and it's time to make our mark

(For real, making CREAM again, nigga, blaow!) (you already know, it's crunch time)
We're generating major profits again, just like the good old days, and this is a critical moment

First of all, black park it, guns, we spark it
To begin with, we strategically position ourselves in dark areas and quickly draw our weapons

Hit you in the back of your dome, from far, kid
We shoot you in the head without warning, from a distance

Dice kickers, gun clickers, run up in the bank for ones, quick
We're skilled at gambling and swift in executing bank robberies for small amounts of money

The drug dealer niggas, we flip 'em
We excel at manipulating and profiting from drug dealers

Polo rugbies, flags on my hats, you love these
We proudly wear Polo rugbies and hats with flags, and people admire our fashion

Knockout artists are one-piece
We're skilled fighters capable of knocking out opponents with a single punch

Fly in a foreign, all my money ties is tied-up
We travel in luxury cars, and all our financial assets are well-invested

I'd rather sell coke, no bargain
I prefer selling cocaine without compromising on price or quality

Tough like a Hummer, fly like a Maybach
We're strong and resilient like a Hummer, while maintaining the elegance and style of a Maybach

Spot runner, clap you in a gun shop, one up
We swiftly move from one location to another, instantly shooting at enemies in a gun shop

Fuck about police, we Park Hillians with gold geese
We have no regard for the police, as we are proud residents of Park Hill with valuable assets

And everyday's a Sunday Easter
We live in a perpetual state of celebration and abundance

Cousins in Gaza, the new improved Shottas
Our relatives in Gaza are the upgraded version of ruthless criminals

Stretched out, mink on the floor, you hassa
We relax luxuriously with a mink coat on the floor, while you're nothing but a fool

We run through with turbans, diamonded up chain with boots on
We confidently move around wearing turbans and have expensive diamond chains while wearing boots

Mori umbrellas in Tucson
We have expensive Mori umbrellas even in a place like Tucson

Rhyming is a color, the lifestyle is live, my fly brothers
Our style of rapping is diverse and vibrant, and our way of life is exciting, my fashionable friends

Something go wrong, we slug something
If something goes wrong, we resort to violence

Chill my nigga, chill (I got this, I got this)
Calm down, my friend, relax (I have control of the situation)

Make sure you handle that beat, you know what time it is
Ensure that you rap skillfully on the beat, as you know the significance

Body that beat, man, come on (Yeah)
Dominate the beat with your rap skills, come on (Yeah)

You can catch me anywhere, frost bitten chain
I can be found in any location, wearing an expensive and eye-catching chain

Bad dame, a thousand grams in Delaware
I have an attractive woman by my side, and I possess a large quantity of drugs in Delaware

The smoke shop's is owls, laid back, hanging niggas to death
The smoke-filled environments we frequent are dangerous, with people residing there being at risk of death

Word, you can call us coat racks
Indeed, you can refer to us as coat racks, as we carry heavy burdens and responsibilities

With 'giants' all around me like, Eli Manning
There are influential and powerful individuals constantly surrounding me, much like Eli Manning, the football player

The bitch is on the block like, he died scrambling
The woman is present on the street, acting as if she's in mourning or chaos

Cause L frames is crack, popped out, nina one of his eyes
Because my firearms are powerful, I shot someone in the eye

Can't come back home, they locked out
The person I shot is no longer welcome in the neighborhood as they are incarcerated

All he did was re-up, hustle for kick money
The person I shot was only trying to reestablish their drug business and make some quick money

Kept Beez all around him, thinking he shit honey
He surrounded himself with loyal and trustworthy individuals, thinking he was invincible

Bow, I'm into bobsleds, wasting large bread
I'm involved in high-risk activities, spending a significant amount of money

Gucci helmet is blue, trim in his dark red
I wear a blue Gucci helmet with dark red accents

The rap TJ Swan, it's me Ason
I'm the legendary rapper TJ Swan, also known as Ason

If he don't spin my shit, break the DJ arm
If the DJ doesn't play my music, I'll physically harm him

And glide off like an escapade, renegade on ice
I smoothly move away like an exciting adventure, a rebel navigating an icy surface

Lemonade Clark, the haze is nice
I enjoy Lemonade mixed with Clark liquor, and the marijuana I smoke is of excellent quality

The Goldielocks, rocks sapphire, chain is right
I have golden locks of hair, wear sapphire crystals, and my chain is flawless

Bitch niggas, y'all watch what y'all say in ya mics, suckas
Cowards, be careful about the words you speak into microphones, you fools

Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
Hey, Rae, hey, Rae, pay attention, listen

Let me go in there one more time and air these niggas out
Allow me to enter once again and expose these individuals

For old times sake, you know how we do, my nig'
Let's do this for the sake of nostalgia, you know our methods, my friend

Old times sake, just for me, man, one more time, I'm begging you
Just once more, for my personal satisfaction, I'm pleading with you

Let me just go in, and just fly on these niggas heads, man
Allow me to engage with these individuals and completely dominate them

It's what I'm talking about
This is exactly what I meant

It's like a body in a project hallway, who did it?
It's similar to a dead body found in the hallway of a public housing project, questioning the responsible party

Who's the next nigga that sucked the snit-ich
Who is the next person who betrayed us and revealed confidential information?

That's my word, it could never be me
I guarantee you, it was not me

You see the deer head on the living room wall, like his neck fell off
If you observe the deer's head mounted on the wall in the living room, you'll notice that its neck appears detached

That can be all sculptured and glazed with gloss
The deer head can be considered a work of art, skillfully crafted and polished

Call the shots that Bill Belichick would call
I make critical decisions similar to those made by Bill Belichick, a renowned NFL coach

Snake niggas slither all in the glass house, racial slurs
Deceitful individuals infiltrate our organization, using offensive language and causing divisions

When it's time to go to war, they cash out
When conflicts arise, these individuals abandon their responsibilities and flee

Throw 'em in the rear-naked choke, they tap out
We immobilize them in a rear-naked chokehold until they submit and acknowledge defeat

Niggas try to surround the kid, I backed out
People attempted to corner and trap me, but I managed to escape

And threw two rocks at 'em, watching the ho drop
I retaliated by throwing two punches at them, causing one of them to fall

I'm from a place where we locking the low glocks
I come from a neighborhood where we secure and possess firearms of a smaller caliber

Yellow tape, the bodies, jiggy and road blocks
The crime scene is marked with yellow caution tape, dead bodies, and various obstacles

Got the towels up in the air, it's so hot
We wave our towels in the air, indicating that things are intense and heated

Talking bout Staten Island, profiling
We're discussing events and situations related to Staten Island and the act of identifying potential threats

Switchblade city, the goons is wilding
Staten Island is known for its prevalence of switchblade weapons, and the dangerous individuals are causing chaos

Escape from my slums, nigga, you got talent
Leave the impoverished neighborhood I come from, my friend, as you possess notable skills

And we don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon
We're not interested in a small amount of cognac, we desire a whole gallon

Vacate black, bust gats, wherever we at
Leave the scene immediately after shooting, using firearms, wherever we happen to be

You all that, hit 'em in the chest, we fall back
You hold them off, shoot them in the chest, and then we retreat

I got mines, nigga, where yours at?
I have my possessions and wealth, my friend, where are yours?

We call that, raw rap, got fiends in front of my door mat
We refer to this as authentic rap, and I have drug addicts waiting outside my doorstep

That Witty Unpredictable fly shit, drive-by shit
We create clever and unpredictable content, including drive-by shootings

These the niggas I ride with
These are the individuals I associate and align myself with

And we gon' get cake, y'all, as soon as this pie split
We're going to earn money quickly, just as soon as this illegal operation yields favorable results

Smacking up the dry snitch, nigga, you my bitch
Physically assaulting the informant who betrayed us, as you are nothing but my subordinate

Somebody put Tical on, matter fact, put Tical on
Someone play Tical's music, in fact, play Tical's music

One suuu, Staten Isle on 'em
Reveal the sound effect 'suuu' and represent Staten Island

I bank roll, I break codes, and I ain't trynna catch another case, case closed
I provide financial support, I solve complex problems, and I'm not interested in being involved in another criminal investigation

Give me my crown, cause I deserve it, real dudes giving me pounds
Acknowledge my greatness and give me respect, as genuine individuals respect and greet me warmly

But not too close though, the semis'll round
But don't get too close, as I'm armed with semi-automatic firearms

Bitches, running they mouth, goons, running your gate
Women gossip excessively, while dangerous individuals are running into your territory

My team running the block, cops running my plates
My crew controls the neighborhood, while law enforcement is monitoring and recording my vehicle license plates

Well fuck that, Criminology rap
Forget about that, let's focus on delivering powerful and raw raps

Niggas hate, I hate back, floating in the flyest Maybach, nigga
People despise me, so I reciprocate the hatred, while effortlessly cruising in the most luxurious Maybach vehicle