Das Efx - Hard Like a Criminal lyrics

[Verse One]

Well biggedy bust a mover

I biggedy be the trooper cause I'm slammin

I'm ready to check this jam

that this is havin

I'm audi, I'm riggedy rollin four deep, don't sweat it

I'm troopin it with my niggaz, East New York is where I'm headed

I'm friggedy freshly dipped, cold as shit but money I'm rugged

I'm rockin my forty belows in the snow so yo bug it

Yo fellaz, let's giggedy grab the train, fuck the walkin

Aaah, here we go, yo, why these people hawkin?

You you stupid , you look at my crew and now you're thinkin

(They must be wildin...-= Is that them stinkin?)

Fuck no you wan-ton soup serving

You're staring, you beady eyed bastard link

Whaddya think dick? I'm comin around the train and bumrush ya

Give me a ten foot pole and I wouldn't even touch ya

Hey lady, I see you sittin by the conductor

Thinkin that I'm a nigga, you figure I wanna fuck ya

Fuck there goes my beeper now these people think I'm slingin

Rocks by the blocks and killin em by the millions

But yo hops, here kiggedy comes my stop now I'm audi

I giggedy gots to go you motherfuckers think I'm rowdy and

[Verse Two]

The people love it

I'm swingin it from the lifestyles of the ruff and rugged

They got me upstate troop, so fuck it

In penile, I'm hard as a fuckin brick I wreck shop

Money grip, I'm up in the yard fightin kids till I drop

But, I'm out now, so fuckers around the way are sweatin my peoples

Not worried about a new jack black my shit is diezel

Cause I pack, steel, I got the back, wheel

And plus I got the Yung and the Resless watchin my back, still

Because I'm runnin the ave again

I'm back in the game with my neighbor

Up on the ave runnin guns that was to be the new flavor

And I'm wid it, my cousin's throwin a jam tonight I figures

That I'm bringin all my guns and I'm bringin all my niggaz

(Don't go hangin out with no niggaz...-= That's the life, that I lead)

You figgedy fuck around you lay around I told my cousin

First kill the flex, word is born I'ma bug him

We spiggedy spark the buddha now I got the devil in me

I'm sick, quick to smoke a nigga like a chimney

I'm packin a clip, ready to flip, just me and my friends

Twenty deep and two deep, a B-M-W and a benz, rollin

[Verse Three]

Brrr, it's cold as shit, liggedy split I think we're here G

Fuck I forgot her address, yo fellaz just bear with me

Yo Stevie, remember the crib she was tellin us that she chilled in

Well there go the block she live on and I think that's her buildin

Let the games begin I'm packin my steel with nuff dreads

In front of the buldin shit's thick cause all I could see was nuff heads

But I know them, we're spiggedy sparkin blunts and squeezin triggers

Bustin caps with my troops and a buncha other niggaz

Awww shit, niggaz is bustin caps, fuck that

I'm ready to find this crib, where this bitch live at?

Let's see, none of them kids right there heard of Shorty

Whadup Duke, any y'all niggaz heard about this party?

Who the fuck are you G? You couldn't be talkin to me hops

Get off that bullshit kid or get your teeth dropped

Cause out here, the biggedy bumrush is mad thick

I'm ready to catch a body so you might get had quick

A'ight G, I'll biggedy back up but kill the yappin

Don't play me for no sucker motherfucker it won't happen

Yo fellaz, let's biggedy break North before I flip

I'm sick of the way these punk niggaz always talkin shit

Punk what? You stupid motherfuck, is you crazy?

I'm liggedy loadin my clip about to flip, you're Swayze

I'm ready to light em up the four fifth is set to ill

So I tightens up my hoody so noone can see the grill

Yo what the fuck you doin man? (Blam-blam)

(Ohh shit)

What the fuck, now what?

Where your man at now G, what?

Yo Blitz, yo blitz yo let's be out

Figgedy fuck it

I caught another body now I'm back up

State doin a year and a half until my court date