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onyx – look like a criminal lyrics

[intro: sticky fingaz]
motherf-cking police
always be f-cking with me
everywhere that i go
motherf-cking police
always be f-cking with me
everywhere that i go

[chorus: fredro starr]
do i look
like a criminal, criminal, criminal
criminal? what the f-ck? do i look
like a criminal, criminal, criminal
criminal? what the f-ck? do i look
like a criminal?

[verse 1: fredro starr]
police wanna h-lla sweat
cuz i keep a hoodie on, bill belichick
every night i’m gettin’ stop-and-frisk
when i walk in the drugstore they think i’m here to shoplift
i’m just pickin’ up percocet prescriptions
cops always tell me that i fit the descriptions
so what, i got prior convictions
and can’t leave the house less it’s under conditions
in other words, i’m a changed man, but they think
i’m doin’ crime every time money exchanges hands
i’ve never been on gangland, got tats on my neck
and they think i’m in a gang, d-mn!
so what i got on blue laces? and i’m fightin’
for my life, cuz a n-gga got two cases
i guess i got these crackers shook
they scared to death when they see me

[chorus: fredro starr]
what the f-ck? do i look
like a criminal, criminal, criminal
criminal? what the f-ck? do i look
like a criminal, criminal, criminal
criminal? what the f-ck? do i look
like a criminal, criminal, criminal
criminal? what the f-ck? do i look
like a criminal?

[verse 2: merkules]
hundred mad motherf-cker
these tattoos got them thinking i’m bad news
i’m the reason their kids like to listen to rap tunes
but cash rules, my face covered in scars
cops is on me cuz they think i’m trynna run from a charge
man it’s bad, i can’t even hit the mall in peace
the second the public see me they just call the police
i keep my third eye open when i walk these streets
they don’t wanna give me chances all they want is the beef
and i know i did some real wild sh-t in my past
so they test me by telling me i gotta p-ss in this gl-ss
this sh-t isn’t right, i ask them what they talking about
cuz i see them them out my window when they watching my house
i swear to god they better not step foot on my yard
i’ll start jumping at these suckers, have them look at their god
f-ck a stereotype, you better take it back b-tch
i wasn’t born this way, the cops made me like this
i ain’t a…

[chorus: fredro starr]
…criminal, criminal, criminal
criminal? what the f-ck? do i look
like a criminal, criminal, criminal
criminal? what the f-ck? do i look
like a criminal, criminal, criminal
criminal? what the f-ck? do i look
like a criminal?

[verse 3: sticky fingaz]
do i look like a criminal? cuz my pants be saggin’?
red box scissors and my drawers are slaggin’
they say that my facials look so violent
what the f-ck? that’s racial profilin’
pull me over like my tag is expired and sh-t
like there’s no way that’s his, he hot-wired that sh-t
gun registered, still trynna hide that sh-t
till this day they can’t believe they let me buy that sh-t
i come to visit, you think i’m scopin’ out your spot
they takin’ pictures, you takin’ this for my mugshot?
they’ve callin’ me a criminal for so d-mn long
i start to believe they right and
you gon’ make do somethin’ wrong
you see me in the hood, you think i’m trynna rob you
i’m just talkin’ to you, when you think i’m trynna con you
no matter what, they gon’ call me a crook
so you think i give a f-ck if i look like a motherf-ckin’…

- onyx lyrics

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