[Verse 1: Young Chris]
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Criminal background, State Prop's back now
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Lookin' for a squad like ours, picture that clown
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Difference in them verses what we talk we live it too
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They just beats and hooks far from lyrical
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Just a lil' piece of mind I thought I'd share with you
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They don't really care for you
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Be a lil' careful, you
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Might think you sharin' ya shit
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And the weirdest shit
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Then next time you hear his shit
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You hearin' you
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That just let's me know I'm gift with the lyrics too
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While I don't take it personal
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Reverse em' when they share with you
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Keep her near you, unless you sharin'
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Cuz I party mines
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Sippin' on my name while you lames drinks Bacardi lime
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I'm takin' brains for the game when it's party time
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Thinkin' you here to hang with the gang?
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Well I'm sorry ma
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Go ahead ma, keep ya ol' man Chris
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Not Ronnie, ain't no old man shit
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Plus you know this
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[Chorus: Peedi Crakk]
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Criminals grindin', you hear us rhymin'
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But at the same time nines is in alignment
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State Prop, a problem try to hide ya diamonds
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As if Peedi and them Youngins won't find em
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As if B. Sig and Freeweez ain't behind em
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Omilio Sparks and Oschin, perfect timin'
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We criminal background, we back now
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So lemme see ya motherfuckin' diamonds, diamonds..
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[Verse 2: Peedi Crakk]
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Now...
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Know Crakk pick up on em bitches like Chevys
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Got my Avalanche tinted, know who in it P and Lezzy (P and Lezzy)
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Blowin', [?] then he passed it to Haniffy
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Tell me Crakk is off his grindin'
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I'm in the heaviest weight class ho
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C.R.E.A.M's say blast
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Got a camera in my bathroom lookin' at ya ass
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Know my whirl-a-frame playin' too bout to break fast
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Get a half, while my nigga Tommy Buttas do the math (do the math)
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It's like a capsule, you can see it from the past
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From the way they call me Crakk, from upstate I'm countin' cash
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From Montgomery's ass
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I might blast you, look at my lap, I'm in the cash rule
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The girls feel so good, but the brain is not ready, I don't know
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I'd rather talk to a woman, cuz their mind is so steady, now here we go
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Young Chris]
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I undastand that the ROC a crowded family
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But I gotta lotta family
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And I'm one of the hottest
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I know the fans runnin' to cop us
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Will need that jam that have Def Jam want em to drop us
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Can't none of them stop us, one in the top plus
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Ya don't really live it ya'll runnin' the blockbust
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They get it from the flicks (watchin' too many movies)
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Now watch them cameras
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If they don't get it from a snitch, they get it from the flicks
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I limit on these chicks, and kinda when I get head
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Ever since they told me you could get it from the lips
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I never hadda pops, I can get it from some shit
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Used to get it on the strip, or they get it from the clips
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Young Chris]
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Young C!.....P.C.!
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Chad West, yous a problem!
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Brian Crest, holla at ya boy!!
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My nigga P!
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Neef Buck, Face Dolla
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Sigel, Free, O and Sparks
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It's our summer
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Brice holla at the doe!!!!
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Criminal Background
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Young Chris |