作曲 : Carlton Ridenhour & William Jonathan Drayton & Keith M Boxley & James Henry Boxley III &
Reach uppity reach gotta reach
Power to the people & the beats

Some people accuse some people of crimes
Some people get away wit losin my rhyme
They dont like where Im comin from
So dey play dumb
Dumb diggetty dumbb diggetty dumb
But Im tellin you what they do
Play a fool
While the real thief cools in a pool

He who got the finger on the war button
Talkin loud aint sayin nuttin
Tv got em bigger than life
All he needs is a knife
Whos the criminal?

To the blind def & dumb
Hard to see em comin
Dont be dumb diggety dumb
Politikin writin bad checks
Still dey gettin wreck
Goin fo a nigga neck
Rollin in a blue n white gang
Ready to bang biggedy bang
Hangin round da hangin rope
Nope n-o-p-e
I aint bendin for the soap
Never understood why the hood
Half od whos in da joint
Now dey got me losin my point
Gotta have it goin on
Born criminal born

Take a piece of america back
But who had it first
Hear the indian curse
Robbed & stole so many so much
It aint funny
Now who got em face on money
Politician passin a bill paid in full
C-note rockin in a pocket
How they livin makin sure they
Lockin us up I got a feelin im...
When it come to somethin we say
What dey dont like is a brother like me
On da mike
In fact to the gritty aint none of us wack
Noriega had back
Jeffrey dahmer enter the room without cuffs
How the hell do we set stuffed
In da back of a cell
On an isle
Aint it wild
Whats a criminal?

Only if I had one more time to kick
The rhythm that keep rippin down the door
So the real crominals get exposed behind the clothes
Doors n the suits that make n break da law
Lookin for my own cause I had enuff bull
I cant understand it must be crooked
Way they planned it
Police supposed to keep the peace
But I cant truss em
So I keep my piece
Loaded & cocked
cause I dont miss the block
Im talkin about the ones who dont get chained to the rock
While we go away for the neighborhood crime
Never liked what I saw in the law
Indiana tress hangin us instead of leaves
We hangin the rope
Real criminals...