Born in the the days of a criminal
Runnin from the cops and can't let em see me
So I'm hoping out the Benz
It's time to let the vallet step
Gotta make my ends, so business on the undertip
The coppers will get dropped, so tell them not to fukk with me
If Oakland gets to hot, I'm headed for Marin City
Though hunted like a fugitive, those punks will never capture me
Tech nine on my side, oh stay in back of me
I'm black from head to toe, I move and there's a silence
The smoothest criminal, a lunatic for violence
So I be taken no shorts, when the shyt get scandalous
Rippin' of this vest see, so nikka we can handle this
Run up and get smacked up, packed up and smacked down
I'm a playa, there's more in the J town
bytches wanna jock, and run they hands all in my hair
Ho give up the cock, or you can get up outta here
I'm living like a mac, the narcist will be minimal
nikkas getten jacked with they cap peeled back
In the days, of a criminal
I'm kickin' kilos but I start of with a quarter ounce
Servin with weight cause, every little dollar counts
Makin my grits and tryin to get my mail on
So fukk a cop he get dropped if he steps wrong
I'm the bad guy, everybody points at me
But fukk em, all, as long as the triggaz happy
Makin my cash flow, but how long will it last though
Pimpin ain't easy but I still leavin your ass broke
Pass the vapors as the papers will be comin in
I give the cuts and give a fukk about being a friend
bytch I'm a playa got no time to be bothered with
Havin no babies in no long term relationships
Because a bytch will be a bytch no matter what you say
That's why I fukk em, bust a nut, and I'm on my way
Soon as I finish I'll be glad I even fukked a whore
Cause she'll be blowin up my beeper before I shut the door
But fukk a bytch I keep my mind on my drink cause yo
That's how I'm livin in the days, of a criminal
It's the menace of Marin, I kill, I kill again
Ain't nothing funny about the game the game I'm rollin in
You got a problem with it, Mr. handle yours
I ain't no joke, I'll have you broke down to your draws
I'm trigga happy and I give less than a fukk
Love me or hate me I'mma show nough rip shyt up
It's Mr. nothin, nice on the mic stand
Mic in the left and the zest in my right hand
I took a puff had enough now, hold up
If that was endo, nikkas gettin' rolled up
You think not, get dropped we can handle this
Cause 2Pac brain locked on the cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot em but you can't miss
I never trip on your bytch cause she's scandalous
Now come and get a good look at the crook, who
Lives his life in the streets of the jungle
Some call me animal, tell me how you figure though
Put em in the nimp, in the days of a criminal