In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Suddenly I see a nigga I don't like
Got 'em
A smokin'-ass nigga robbed me blind
I got a TEC-9, now his smokin' ass is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit
Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him comin' now
Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet
Comin' quickly up the streets is the punk ass police
The first one jumped out and said "Freeze"
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk please
'Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
Now you're pleadin' like a bitch, 'cause you don't know how to hush
Now back to the smoker that robbed me
I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me body
One to the chest, another to his fuckin' dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me
Run from your backup punk, how you figure?
My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggas
Crooked ass niggas (criminal behavior)
(Criminal-criminal behavior)
(Suddenly I see)
(Cri-cri-criminal)
Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade
With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade
It's already quick stepping to the niggas with the props
And any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot
Ten o'clock, is a motherfuckin' gank move
Stretch is uptown clockin' weight, this shit is real smooth
A nigga's tryna' to play me like he know me, but he don't
Sittin' on ten ki's, I'mma get him, think I won't? (better get'em)
And my nigga 2Pac got the fucking Glock cocked, and he's ready
When the kid, didn't even bring the weight back instead he
Welcomed us into his apartment
Oh, this even better, two to the head, he's dead a clean get a-way
Niggas got paid
And yet another sleepin' ass nigga got slayed, word up
By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch
And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch
The crooked ass niggas (criminal behavior)
Crooked ass niggas (criminal-criminal behavior)
(Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like)
Now I could be a crooked nigga too
When I'm rollin' with my crew, watch what crooked niggas, do
I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol
I'm ready to get with ya at the drop of a whistle
So make your move, and act like you wanna flip
I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip
I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin' mop
The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped
And even cops got shot when they rolled up
Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier
I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness
Smoke till I'm blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin' piss test
I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick
Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit 'em with
The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick
My brain flips, I start thinkin' like a lunatic
I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew
I thought these niggas knew, I'm a crooked nigga too
(Criminal behavior, criminal-criminal behavior)
Crooked, crooked ass niggas come in all shapes and sizes
They wear disguises, backstabbing's what they specialize in
They'll try to get 'cha, they'll sweat ya to get in the picture
And then they hit ya, son of a bitch, now he's richer
Crooked ass nigga (Criminal behavior, crimi-criminal behavior)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
Criminal behavior, criminal- criminal
Crimi-crim-criminal behavior- havior, criminal behavior
Criminal behavior- havior
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
Criminal behavior- criminal be- criminal crim-
Crim-criminal behavior
Criminal be- crim-crim-crim-crim-crim-
Criminal behavior- criminal behavior)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Got him)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Got him)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Got-)
Got 'em
A smokin'-ass nigga robbed me blind
I got a TEC-9, now his smokin' ass is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit
Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him comin' now
Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet
Comin' quickly up the streets is the punk ass police
The first one jumped out and said "Freeze"
I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk please
'Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush
Now you're pleadin' like a bitch, 'cause you don't know how to hush
Now back to the smoker that robbed me
I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me body
One to the chest, another to his fuckin' dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me
Run from your backup punk, how you figure?
My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggas
Crooked ass niggas (criminal behavior)
(Criminal-criminal behavior)
(Suddenly I see)
(Cri-cri-criminal)
Now listen to the mack of the crooked nigga trade
With the fine criminal mind, cold rips like a blade
It's already quick stepping to the niggas with the props
And any motherfucker with the flim-flam drops to the knot
Ten o'clock, is a motherfuckin' gank move
Stretch is uptown clockin' weight, this shit is real smooth
A nigga's tryna' to play me like he know me, but he don't
Sittin' on ten ki's, I'mma get him, think I won't? (better get'em)
And my nigga 2Pac got the fucking Glock cocked, and he's ready
When the kid, didn't even bring the weight back instead he
Welcomed us into his apartment
Oh, this even better, two to the head, he's dead a clean get a-way
Niggas got paid
And yet another sleepin' ass nigga got slayed, word up
By a crooked motherfucker named Stretch
And the T-U-P-A-C, the police can't catch
The crooked ass niggas (criminal behavior)
Crooked ass niggas (criminal-criminal behavior)
(Suddenly I see some niggas that I don't like)
Now I could be a crooked nigga too
When I'm rollin' with my crew, watch what crooked niggas, do
I got a nine millimeter Glock pistol
I'm ready to get with ya at the drop of a whistle
So make your move, and act like you wanna flip
I fire thirteen shots, and pop another clip
I bring luck, my Glock's like a fuckin' mop
The more I shot, the more motherfuckers dropped
And even cops got shot when they rolled up
Best to bring a knot, or get popped, I'm a soldier
I ain't the type to fetch ya, ask Stretch, he's my witness
Smoke till I'm blitzed, fuck a motherfuckin' piss test
I'm trigger happy, try to 'tack me and I'll drop you quick
Long as I got a clip I got some shit to hit 'em with
The nigga killer I get iller when the shit gets thick
My brain flips, I start thinkin' like a lunatic
I rip shit, came equipped with a bigger crew
I thought these niggas knew, I'm a crooked nigga too
(Criminal behavior, criminal-criminal behavior)
Crooked, crooked ass niggas come in all shapes and sizes
They wear disguises, backstabbing's what they specialize in
They'll try to get 'cha, they'll sweat ya to get in the picture
And then they hit ya, son of a bitch, now he's richer
Crooked ass nigga (Criminal behavior, crimi-criminal behavior)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
Criminal behavior, criminal- criminal
Crimi-crim-criminal behavior- havior, criminal behavior
Criminal behavior- havior
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
Criminal behavior- criminal be- criminal crim-
Crim-criminal behavior
Criminal be- crim-crim-crim-crim-crim-
Criminal behavior- criminal behavior)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Got him)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Got him)
(Suddenly I see, some niggas that I don't like)
(Got-)
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