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[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em where 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 up homie (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 but heat
and gangbangin cause I'm into 'caine slangin
Hi Power Soldiers, on the aimin
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California nothin but heat
And once again you know it's on, Mr. Criminal, Bone
straps whenever we roam, haters leave that shit alone
I'm on a whole 'nother level, we probably care this gangsta shit
Representin the streets, and every rider I'm bangin
Mr. Criminal, Bone from the Thug, there ain't no claimin it
Haters that madness, I'mma show 'em what I'm aimin with
And fools me cause I rose from the gutter
And I'm that lad from the southern side that flows like no
Bustas spendin big bucks just to flop every
we're pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They said motherfuckers came up
Infested the streets, and the game up
But still, hoes wanna see me, still see with eyes closed
So on the of Tha Month+, I send 'em to +Tha Crossroads+
Will I or I die tonight? Only God knows
haters in my sight, enemies in my scope
From the of Cleveland to southern Cali ride on 100 spokes
Bar heads, blue wax and brown skin when I - 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
from the motherfuckin Theive-land
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 bosses then my crew solve it
Don't try to trip, I got the in the trunk
Double that bitch and just dump
Organized crime bring
I'm with the Criminal, real individual
Westside, let 'em know we
Y'all can't hold us back, we too thug for that,
Criminal minded, been blinded
Lookin for some shit like ours, you find it
From the 2-1-6 to the
East 1999 out to these West Coast streets
We some G's, we riders tonight, we ready to clown
Ready to smash, put it down, represent for the
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, still I rep for the
Who get sunk up in the street, for the heat I
And this a game of checkers, motherfuckers this chess
So uh, I think it's for the game to recognize
your eyes motherfuckers, Hi Power, we on the rise
Like times 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 fools be claimin they gangstas but they no motherfuckin G's
They really want drama, come to the 2-1-6 and 2-1-3
Yeah yeah, from the 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*}