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