Criminology

Brooklyn, and we don't quit

It’s like this yo, and we don’t stop

Jay-Z, Rock Jockey, check it:

I get deep and dark like ditches

But when I rap, I come off

Like death without the glitches

Never crossed the black cat

With the riches, I’m leaving

Stevie, saying "no Wonder you’re superstitious"

Beef, I’m with it, simple

Ya’ll can all get it..

Ya’ll don’t all get it

Don’t nobody of mind for this matter

Can gather the data

Until your mind don’t matter

I bubble like lather

Hustle like the lead-off batter

Cause all that matters is the money

Til it ain’t funny, you feel me?

When the beast screams "kill me"

Don’t jerk me boy, I rip it silly

I’ll let you rise, of course

But if you don’t fall off on your own

MC's, I cut off at the knees like shorts

It gets worse - if you don’t care

For my sick thoughts like a nurse

With no known remedy

I’m leaving boys and men

On "bended knee" til "the end of the road"

I lie low, forget this record shit, with one sale

Yo, pardon me..

Check it out:

The nerve of these herbs

Ya’ll know who swerve

From the curb in the LEX

The best observe

I’m splashing, splurging

Dashing, that’s my word, you know?

Champagne glass is crashing, can’t ration

Used to having a whole lot

So dough - I blow a lot

Had a buck fifty while

You were still taking Skippy to school

Ran with one of them cats

That hides Tiffany’s for them jewels

Back when Duke was jumping

Out of cabs in Krush Groove

I was scheming and plotting mostly

Dreaming alive, but look what it got me..

Four cars and four hundred thousand shots later

You know what I mean?

Trying not to curse, you know?

Trying not to curse up in this piece..