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[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em where you at homie (I'm on the Westside for real baby)
right homie, what's up Layzie? (What's happenin baby?)
Ha ha, yeah, we clickin up homie (let's get gangsta shit crackin)
Takin the motherfuckin game, ha ha
Let's do it (yeah)
[Hook: Mr. + (Layzie)
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to droppin nothin but heat
Lowridin and gangbangin cause I'm into 'caine
Hi Soldiers, on the frontline 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, Layzie
Packin straps we roam, haters leave that shit alone
I'm on a whole 'nother level, we probably care with this shit
the streets, and every rider I'm bangin with
Mr. Criminal, Layzie from the Thug, there ain't no claimin it
Haters talkin that madness, I'mma show 'em I'm aimin with
And fools hate me cause I rose the gutter
And I'm that lad from the southern that flows like no other
Bustas spendin big bucks just to flop summer
we're pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They those motherfuckers came up
the streets, and sewed the game up
But still, hoes wanna see me, still see dick eyes closed
So on the +1st of Tha Month+, I send 'em to Crossroads+
Will I live or I die Only God knows
haters in my sight, enemies in my scope
From the streets of Cleveland to southern Cali ride on 100
Bar heads, blue wax and brown skin when I approach - 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 givin up love, Eazy-E
Straight from the 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 gauge in the
Double that bitch and just dump
Organized crime bring
I'm fuckin with the Criminal, individual
Westside, let 'em we strapped
can't hold us back, we too thug for that, nigga
Criminal minded, you've blinded
Lookin for some like ours, you can't find it
the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
From East 1999 out to West Coast streets
We some G's, we riders tonight, we ready to clown
Ready to smash, put it down, for the brown
And uh, it's kinda crazy, got a call the homie Layzie
'Bout to these motherfuckers how we represent daily
It's a 2-11 homie, a jack in progress
And I bang for the South, I rep for the West
Who get sunk up in the street, for the I possess
And this a game of checkers, motherfuckers this chess
So uh, I think it's time for the to recognize
Open your eyes motherfuckers, Hi Power, we on the
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 they gangstas but they ain't no motherfuckin G's
They really some 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, Layzie
Hi Power Soldiers!
Mess that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, lil' homie
Haters keep hatin, Thugs, connect {*echoes*}