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[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em know where you at (I'm on the Westside for real baby)
right homie, what's up Layzie? (What's happenin baby?)
Ha ha, yeah, we up homie (let's get this gangsta shit crackin)
Takin over the game, ha ha
do it homie (yeah)
[Hook: Mr. + (Layzie)
(From the to the 2-1-3)
Cleveland to California droppin nothin but heat
Lowridin and cause I'm into 'caine slangin
Hi Power Soldiers, on the aimin
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California droppin but heat
And once again you know it's on, Mr. Criminal, Bone
Packin whenever we roam, haters leave that shit alone
I'm on a whole 'nother level, we probably care with this gangsta
Representin the streets, and every rider I'm with
Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone from the Thug, there no claimin it
talkin that madness, I'mma show 'em what I'm aimin with
And fools hate me cause I rose the gutter
And I'm that lad from the southern side flows like no other
spendin big bucks just to flop every summer
While pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They said those came up
Infested the streets, and the game up
But still, hoes wanna see me, still see dick with closed
So on the +1st of Tha Month+, I send 'em to +Tha
I live or I die tonight? Only God knows
Keepin in my sight, enemies in my scope
the streets of Cleveland to southern Cali ride on 100 spokes
Bar heads, blue wax and brown when I approach - that's it
From the to the 2-1-3
Where the loc's and the motherfuckin be
We be stompin in the South, mobbin through the
We up love, holla Eazy-E
Straight the motherfuckin Theive-land
you can cop you a forty, for a dollar-ninety even
Drink a brew or be a nut and a alcoholic
You got a with the bosses then my crew will solve it
Don't try to trip, I got the in the trunk
Double cock that and just dump
Organized bring residuals
I'm with the Criminal, real individual
Westside, let 'em we strapped
Y'all can't hold us back, we too for that, nigga
Criminal minded, you've been
Lookin for some like ours, you can't find it
the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
From East out to these West Coast streets
We some G's, we some tonight, we ready to clown
Ready to smash, put it down, for the brown
And uh, it's crazy, got a call from the homie Layzie
to show these motherfuckers how we represent daily
It's a homie, that's a jack in progress
And I bang for the South, I rep for the West
Who get up in the street, for the heat I possess
And this a game of checkers, motherfuckers this chess
So uh, I it's time for the game to recognize
Open your motherfuckers, Hi Power, we on the rise
Like times almost in my face, rep it when I complete ya
On the real, I feel that I'm the West's best secret
Cause these fools be claimin they gangstas but ain't no motherfuckin G's
They really want drama, come to the 2-1-6 and 2-1-3
yeah, from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3 homie
Mr. Criminal, Bone
Hi Soldiers! {*echoes*}
Mess with that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, homie
Haters keep hatin, Bone Thugs, {*echoes*}