against life Senseless, useless Comedy of strife [Chorus] Low life still alive And low life still a life But even worse Heresy, blasphemy Do I need
life Senseless, useless Comedy of strife [Chorus] Low life still alive And low life still a life But even worse Heresy, blasphemy Do I need god? Misery
Traduzione: Criminal. Peggio.
emptive strikes And the boys from the hood are always hard Let alone in Mogadishu it's a mastered art If you bring the world hoods to a seminar We from the only place worse
goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead God bless the dead & buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse I ain't
la la la all ya niggas die [several times] Trouble shit Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto We're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels Death
You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver Criminal
ain't right but it's long overdue We can't have peace til the niggaz get a piece too I want G's so you label me a criminal And if I die, I wonder if
are we all just cursed to be street thugs? Cause bein black hurts And even worse if you speak first Livin my life as an Outlaw, what could be worse? Cause
you sland crack? Cuz I had to A nigga gotta pay the fuckin bills [Verse 1 (Tupac)] Crazy, I gotta look at what you gave me, claimin I'ma criminal when
my lyrical disguise No time to plot retreats Niggaz shiver and die Multiple rounds found laced In his body and face Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all traces Criminal
the pain turn realer Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts In this society where only gettin the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal
not playin kid, I'll never take up (arms) In this cold world, I just chill with frost I'm hardcore, worse more than A beast who creeps across floorboards
slept Ever since I was 17, I been snatchin' niggas' mics with the Five Fingers of Death Yo, the 9th Prince I rock a 9 on my chest My criminology's 'criminal
