Days Of A Criminal by 2pac
Born in the days of a Criminal
Criminal, criminal, criminal
Born in the days of a Criminal
Born in the days of a Criminal
Born in the the days of a criminal
Runnin from the cops and cash let em see me
So I'm hoping out the Benz
It's time to let the vallet step
Gotta make my ends, so business on the undertip
The coppers will get dropped, so tell them not to fuck with me
If Oakland gets to hot, I'm headed for Marin City
Though hunted like a fugitive, those punks will never capture me
Tech nine on my side, oh stay in back of me
I'm black from head to toe, I move and there's a silence
The smoothest criminal, a lunatic for violence
So I be taken no shorts, when the shit get scandalous
Rippin' of this vest see, so nigga we can handle this
Run up and get smacked up, packed up and smacked down
I'm a playa, there's more in the J town
Bitches wanna jock, and run they hands all in my hair
Ho give up the cock, or you can get up outta here
I'm living like a mac, the narcist will be minimal
Niggas getten jacked with they cap peeled back
In the days, of a criminal
I'm kickin' kilos but I start of with a quarter ounce
Servin with weight cause, every little dollar counts
Makin my grits and tryin to get my mail on
So fuck a cop he get dropped if he steps wrong
I'm the bad guy, everybody points at me
But fuck em, all, as long as the triggaz happy
Makin my cash flow, but how long will it last though
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