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Onyx
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Look Like a Criminal (feat. Merkules)
Motherfuck the police, always be fucking with me Everywhere that I go Motherfuck the police, always be fucking with me Everywhere that I go
[Hook x2] Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal What the fuck?
[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] Do I look like a criminal? Police wanna hella sweat Cuz I keep a hoodie on, Bill Belichick Every night I'm gettin' stop-and-frisk When I walk into a drugstore they think I'm here to shoplift I'm just picking up Percocet prescriptions Cops always tell me they don't fit the descriptions So what I gotta trial convictions I can't leave the house less it's under conditions Another worries, I'm a changed man But they think i'm doing primary time on the exchanged hands I've never been on Gangland Got tats on my neck and they think i'm in a gang Damn! So what I gotta blue laces And I'm fighting for my life, cuz a nigga got two cases I guess I got these crackers shook They scared to death when they see me What the fuck?
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: Merkules] These tattoos got them thinking I'm bad news I'm the reason their kids like to listen to rap tunes But cash rules, my face covered in scars Cops is on me cuz they think I'm trynna run from a charge Man it's bad, I can't even hit the ball in peace The second the public see me they just call police I keep my third eye open when I walk these streets They don't wanna give me chances all they want is the beef And I know I did some real wild shit in my past So they test me by telling me I gotta piss in this glass This shit isn't right, I ask them what they talking about Cuz I see them them out my window when they watching my house I swear to god they better not step foot on my yard I'll start jumping at these suckers, have them look at their god Fuck a stereotype, you better take it back bitch I wasn't born this way, the cops made me like this I ain't a criminal
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] Do I look like a criminal? Cuz my pants be saggin' Red box scissors and my drawers are slaggin' They that my facials look so violent What the fuck, that's racial profiling Pull me over like my tag is expired and shit Like there's no way it's his, he high, why that shit Gun registered, still trynna hide that shit Till this day they can't believe they let me buy that shit I come to visit, you think i'm scoping out your spot They takin' pictures, you takin' this for my mugshot? They be calling me a criminal for so damn long Start to believe they right you gon' make do something wrong You see me in the hood, you think i'm trynna rob you I'm just talking to you when you think i'm trynna calm you No matter what, they gon' call me a crook So you think I give a fuck if I look like a motherfucking criminal?
[Hook x2]
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