Lord Why: acordes por
Mr. Criminal
Mr. Criminal

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Tom: D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Yeah,
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2011 Mr. Criminal
Motherfuckers thought
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they were gonna stop me
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I'm about to break some records
like I'm Chris Johnson
Lettin' off like I'm Charles Bronson
Tell me who wants some
I think it's finally time
I really let you fools know
Puffy's little boss gets
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swallowed by Kujo
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I'll admit some got a cool flow
But their image is weak,
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all the hustle is too slow
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I'm off that chronic, it's a new vote
This is high power, that's a ass shoot
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We the new bro, rollin' up a blunt,
sittin' shotgun in a blue Benz
Hoppin' out with 50k in diamonds,
make it fool -sick
In the yard, I got a blue pick,
blue Levi's, blue Dodger T
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On some new shit,
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like the legacy of Eazy -E,
I'm flowin' ruthless
Your tail pocket's still Westside,
but we the new kid
They gave me some prescriptions to miss,
cause I'm too sick
Why the fuck you think these fuckers
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hatin' on my bullshit?
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Lord, why do they hate
on my shine?
They hate the way we climbin',
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yes, they hate on the ride
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Fill 'em up, fill 'em up
with lyrics
that I bang all the time
Guess I'm down to lay my
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life on the line
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Lord, why are we stuck in these ways?
The whole world feels like
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a motherfuckin' cage
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Trapped in the system,
got me caught up in the maze
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And I feel I can't escape these ways
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Aw, shit, this criminal comin' on back
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with that raw speed
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I'm comin' up bustin' like stress
with them long clits
And if they thinkin' of sippin' to this,
I'ma get the rest of the piss
Cause I'm all out,
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who's next on my list?
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I got this rap shit on lockdown
I like them fools that claim to make it pop,
like some block sams
I got this music in my heart
so I won't stop
Class, no judge, no jury,
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no fuckin' settlement can stop me now
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I'm just a Latin with an attitude
I spit my method from the court,
I give a fuck if I be comin' up rude
I started rappin', livin' this attitude
In a mostly black and with brown skin
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I had a lot, about a half a million
dollars in eleven years
Later proved my point to the fullest,
middle fingers to the haters
I'm kinda stuck in my ways
A few got stuck,
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I got stuck with the billboard crime page
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Lord why do they hate on my shine?
They hate the way we climbing,
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yes they hate on the ride
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Fill em up, fill em up with lead
and say I bang all the time
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Guess I'm down to lay my life on the line
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Lord why are we stuck in these ways?
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The whole world feels like
a motherfucking cage
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Trapped in the system,
got me caught up in the maze
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And I feel I can't escape these ways
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I guess it's just part
of the life, homie
Ain't nothing I can complain about
It's just part of the success
Hate, envy, motherfuckin' greed,
unloyalty
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Fuck em all I got some
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haters in my circle,
guess I see right through em
In the studio smokin'
up purple destinies
They keep it movin',
some of the homies upstate
Some of the homies in the feds,
tellin' the homies hold their heads
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Rest in peace to those that's dead, uh
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I'm in this rap game,
dealin' with some more hate
More issues, more rappers jealous,
call it more fate
It all comes with the success
And when they see you
cashin' fat checks
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See you pushin' the next, but uh
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I ain't trippin' off,
I'm preggin' on my enemies
If they run up on me,
never hesitate to let it squeeze
Dealin' with the hate,
ever since my first shit released
Mr. Criminal's a beast,
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hottest shit to hit the Lord,
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why do they hate on my shine?
They hate the way we climbin',
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yes, they hate on the ride
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Fillin' my, fillin' my bullets
and I bang all the time
Guess I'm down to lay my
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life on the line
Am
Lord, why are we stuck in these ways?
The whole world feels like a
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motherfuckin' cage
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Trapped in the system,
got me caught up in the maze
And I feel I can't escape
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these waves
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