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[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em where you at homie (I'm on the Westside for real baby)
That's homie, what's up Layzie? (What's happenin baby?)
Ha ha, yeah, we clickin up (let's get this gangsta shit crackin)
over the motherfuckin game, ha ha
Let's do it (yeah)
Mr. Criminal] + (Layzie)
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California droppin nothin but
Lowridin and cause I'm into 'caine slangin
Hi Power Soldiers, on the frontline
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to droppin nothin but heat
And once again you know it's on, Mr. Criminal, Bone
Packin straps whenever we roam, haters leave that alone
I'm on a whole 'nother level, we probably with this gangsta shit
Representin the streets, and every rider I'm with
Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone from the Thug, ain't no claimin it
Haters talkin that madness, I'mma show 'em what I'm with
And fools hate me cause I from the gutter
And I'm that lad from the southern side that flows like no
Bustas spendin big bucks just to every summer
While pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
said those motherfuckers came up
Infested the streets, and the game up
But still, hoes wanna see me, see dick with eyes closed
So on the of Tha Month+, I send 'em to +Tha Crossroads+
Will I live or I die tonight? God knows
Keepin haters in my sight, enemies in my
From the streets of to southern Cali ride on 100 spokes
Bar heads, blue wax and skin when I approach - that's it
From the 2-1-6 to the
Where the loc's and the motherfuckin be
We be in the South, mobbin through the East
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 true nut and a
You got a problem 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
crime bring residuals
I'm fuckin the Criminal, real individual
Westside, let 'em know we
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 1999 out to these West Coast
We some G's, we some tonight, we ready to clown
Ready to smash, put it down, for the brown
And uh, it's kinda crazy, got a call from the homie
to show these motherfuckers how we represent daily
It's a 2-11 homie, that's a jack in
And I bang for the South, still I rep for the
Who get sunk up in the street, for the 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, I'mma rep it I complete ya
On the real, I feel that I'm the West's kept 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 yeah, the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3 homie
Mr. Criminal, Bone
Hi Power Soldiers!
Mess with that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, homie
keep hatin, Bone Thugs, connect {*echoes*}