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[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em know 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 this gangsta crackin)
Takin the motherfuckin game, ha ha
do it homie (yeah)
[Hook: Mr. + (Layzie)
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California nothin but heat
Lowridin and gangbangin I'm into 'caine slangin
Hi Soldiers, on the frontline aimin
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California droppin but heat
And again you know it's on, Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone
Packin whenever 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 what I'm with
And fools me cause I rose from the gutter
And I'm that lad from the southern side that like no other
spendin big bucks just to flop every summer
While we're up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
said those motherfuckers came up
Infested the streets, and sewed the up
But still, hoes wanna see me, still see dick eyes closed
So on the +1st of Tha Month+, I 'em to +Tha Crossroads+
Will I live or I die tonight? God knows
haters in my sight, enemies in my scope
From the streets of Cleveland to southern Cali on 100 spokes
Bar heads, wax and brown skin when I approach - that's it
the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
Where the and the motherfuckin gangstas be
We be in the South, mobbin through the East
We up love, holla Eazy-E
Straight from the motherfuckin
Where you can cop you a forty, for a dollar-ninety
a brew or be a true nut and a alcoholic
You got a problem with the then my crew will solve it
Don't try to trip, I got the in the trunk
cock that bitch and just dump
Organized bring residuals
I'm fuckin with the Criminal, individual
Westside, let 'em know we
Y'all can't us back, we too thug for that, nigga
Criminal minded, you've blinded
Lookin for some shit like ours, you find it
From the to the 2-1-3
From East 1999 out to these Coast streets
We some G's, we some riders tonight, we ready to
to smash, put it down, represent for the brown
And uh, it's kinda crazy, got a call from the Layzie
to show these motherfuckers how we represent daily
It's a 2-11 homie, that's a 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 ain't a game of checkers, this chess
So uh, I think it's time for the to recognize
Open your motherfuckers, Hi Power, we on the rise
Like almost in my face, I'mma rep it when I complete ya
On the real, I that I'm the West's best kept secret
Cause these be claimin they gangstas but they ain't no motherfuckin G's
They really want some drama, to the 2-1-6 and 2-1-3
Yeah yeah, from the 2-1-6 to the homie
Mr. Criminal, Bone
Hi Power Soldiers!
with that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, lil' homie
Haters keep hatin, Thugs, connect {*echoes*}