Criminal Outfit - Kool G Rap, N.O.R.E.

Yeah, criminal outfit, we kill it

Like, fuck the sky, we rising past the limit

Full clips, ain’t no bullshit permitted

Yeah, criminal outfit, we kill it

Criminal outfit, we hit it

The mob way, nigga, dark shades and fitteds

Race cars from the parkways, we did it

Yeah, criminal outfit, we kill it

Chrome’ll get waves, homes

Your dome’ll get blazed

Get blown with the gauge

Your bones in the grave

Rich from drug money

The rest from hookers

DT’s stressin' the bookers

Niggas wanna a jokes just turn on the pressure cookers

That nigga’s duckin' and dodgin'

Up in the priest, so fuck it, we’re sergeants

Guns cut bonkers, fuck it, your conscience

Fuck O M Nasis, 5 Family Click

You live handle these clips

Guns up, get the ones up

No late shots, hit my targets from the lungs up

Triggers click on robbery shit

Split the funds up

Nigga, four pound hoodie, down raisin' the gums up

We 'bout raisin' the slums up

Yeah, raisin' the dump up

Yeah, I know gangsta

Killer rich niggas that move to Dubai

So rich, that them niggas try to buy 'em the sky

That mean, Qatar oil money

Abu Dubai crisis

Fuck baby mama drama

They got ex-wife crisis

Ex-marines that they hire as sharpshooter

Ebola in your Coca-Cola, while your car cooper

Yeah, you see I show your chick sharing

I threw her in the Uber, she couldn’t fit the McLaren

Back in the days of the boulevard of Linden

I used to sell crack and always carried the Linen

You the borrowing type, I’m the type that’s lending

The object of the game is to make more than you’re spendin'

You from a different era, you niggas in there pretending

You pay half, but you’ll be dead if you don’t pay the rest

Ain’t into teachin', man, I leave that shit to KRS

Cocaine democracy, my philosophy

Kill your hypocrisy

For Boardwalk monopoly

You see it’s four war place talk

We had to FaceTalk

Made him sniff a whole kilo

It blew his face off

Yeah, criminal outfit, we hit it

Like, fuck the sky, we risin' past the limit

Full clips, ain’t no bullshit permitted

Yeah, criminal outfit, we hit it

Criminal outfit, we hit it

Criminal outfit, we hit it

The mob way, nigga, dark shades and fitteds

Race cars from the parkways, we did it

Yeah, criminal outfit, we hit it