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Criminal Wayz
99
Hip-Hop/Rap
Criminal Wayz was released on January 1, 2001 by Nevadagame.net / Rapbay / Urbanlife Music as a part of the album The Circle
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2001
LabelNevadagame.net / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clika One
Clika One
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clika One
Clika One
Producer

Lyrics

In your mothafuckin ass!
Yeah! Oohh..
This is some mothafuckin, gangsta shit!
Welcome to the Eastside with 40's and Glocks
Homies are riders non stop
And they open fire, to drop blocks
You fuckin wit hot shots who keep a stash up in the box
They love to get off, they pull it out for the block
Whether it's gang bangin or not
Hop in the ride makin it hop
Takin your bitches top off makin her hot
Haters will flop for tryin to snitch us out to the cops
They on the phone now [tryin to give up a drug spot]
Man, you bitches never change, droppin dimes, spillin the game
Won't be satisified til all my homies are locked in the cage
But fucked that, we be cocked with a guage
Buck shots with a rage
Keep the pieces on razor blades you bitch made
Bet you afraid to get your house all sprayed
You know it's retaliation within a couple of days
Them criminal ways
Catchin cases in modern days, it pays to play
Pay your lawyers and have a nice days
It's our criminal ways, catchin cases from paper chases
It's our criminal ways, gats, brass knuckles and razor blades, ey
I'm cool with Ese's who got AK's and cases
Cut off Dickies and fat laces
This is for my gang bang dippin the cigirettes in the dank glass
Homies lifted and lettin they pants sag, gats in their hand bags
Bitches with bandanas and gang tats, stuff in they pants
Help us some way if they man ask
Homie wit the continental kids in the back, puffin them sacks
Poppin them caps, hoppin regals and cadaliacs
Haters get mad, we sent them straight to they backs
And tell em, mothafucka yeah what's up with that
Gangstas get mad because of the shit that they never had
Homies got no dads, and no cash, homies get hot fast
Short fuse, belongs to the homies who know what they doin
When they blasted a bullet right through em
This shit ain't new to em, chicanos bangin the streets
They handle the beef, with heaters, homies, pandas and p's
And playin for keeps, and white sheets that cover the streets
The game, all my homies that be learnin them criminal ways
It's our criminal ways, catchin cases from paper chases
It's our criminal ways, gats, brass knuckles and razor blades, ey
I'm cool with Ese's who got AK's and cases
Cut off Dickies and fat laces
Written by: Clika One
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