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criminalz - niggaz like us lyrics

[verse one – celly cel]
mobs and sh-t once i get in
roll throught the town with my clip in
n-ggas lookin at me like they wanna start trippin
that’s when i come through clownin, dippin
flippin n-ggas off like they some hoes
let em all know about the valley-jo
h-i double l side show, they don’t want none of that funk no mo’
45 calibur slug, i ain’t nothin but a cali thug
caps get peeled in the ally blood
all on the ground no valley love
another body wrapped up in plastic
situations out here get drastic
sit back, see the boy in the casket, see the gr-ss get
a little greener on my side of the table
ontraponuer with his own record label
n-ggas get mad cuz we ain’t able, pimps up n-gga with them hoes in the stable
i ain’t gon fall for y’all, i’mma ball for y’all
when it’s on i’mma call for y’all, i’mma do it big have a ball for all
wall to wall, i’mma do it all for y’all
ain’t no body playin games, got this sh-t on lock better stay in your lane
got the infrared beam with the dot aim and yo 5 dollar -ss bout to make some change
whatcha gon do with that? got a bag full of rats with two in the back
bout to eat his -ss up like doodle and mac
put his -ss in the trunk and threw in the rats

[hook]
n-ggas (n-ggas)
like (like)
us (us) x 4

[verse two – spice 1]
get my clip, load my gat n-ggas don’t wanna f-ck around with that
file in back of the crib, rushed in and dumped
pumped 20 slugs up in the stomach left slumped
peeped nut in the house clear up in the house
so real m-th- f-ckas know what i’m talkin about
hop in a bucket and smash with a fifth of the gas
and light a m-th- f-ckin blunt wit my crazy -ss
spice 1, haystck with the best again
and you don’t wanna f-ck with the mexicans
roll deep as f-ck with mack 10s and aks
nothin but a shark comin outta the bay
make a million, mayn, see the realer, mayn
it ain’t nuttin to a boss man feel me mayn
it don’t stop, livin in the hustle dreams
n-ggas gettin hit with infrared beams
m-th- f-ckas goin all over the whoah
ready to dump, reload and duck low
runnin with the ra-real n-ggas fa sho
snitch -ss n-ggas b-tch up and turn ho
f-ck yo life, f-ck yo b-tch
n-gga we takin hostages, bully wit a fully and extended clips
hit em with the heaters and then we dip
n-ggas like us keep puttin it down
cupcake n-ggas don’t f-ck around
get smothered in a pound of c0ke, slit throat
hustlers caught up in a world of dope
smoke that blunt, drink that hen
never see a bad guy like me again
head down, low drivin slow in the benz
puffin indo smoke keyed put it in

[hook x4]

[verse three – king bun b]
n-gga we murders b-tch you heard of us
we the first to bust, you n-ggas is last to blast
with the criminalz smash the gas and drive by on your b-st-rd -ss
haters hurtin, close the curtains, open wounds and blood is squirtin
bullets flyin, flesh is fryin n-ggas dyin and they mamas cryin
but f-ck all of that i don’t bar it, i’mma finish sh-t if i start it
i’m regarded as lion hearted, i’mma make you dearly departed
n-gga deceased, p-ss the weight of former
you brought heat but my sh-t’s warmer, quiet stormer
you better have your armor, i’mma do more then harm ya
i’mma lace ya, double face ya, pimp yo -ss just like who aced ya
they gon hafta replace ya when i turn the hood to crocasia
here’s a taste of the crome aimed at ya dome
leg gon fall, red on the wall, brain on the flo’, stain on the do’
and a m-th- f-ckin lane for a pro
for real tho, this real -ss n-gga gon k!ll yo
b-tch-ss with a god-mn steel toe to the grill ho
think i’mma stop here’s a lil mo’
so get it right cause we don’t quite trust
playa haters all you vipors and i might bust
in the night cuz, ya’ll can’t f-ck wit n-ggas like us

[hook x4]

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