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[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em know where you at homie (I'm on the 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 the motherfuckin game, ha ha
Let's do it (yeah)
Mr. Criminal] + (Layzie)
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to droppin nothin but heat
and gangbangin cause I'm into 'caine slangin
Hi Power Soldiers, on the frontline
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California nothin but heat
And once again you know on, Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone
Packin straps we roam, haters leave that shit alone
I'm on a 'nother level, we probably care with this gangsta shit
the streets, and every rider I'm bangin with
Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone from the Thug, there ain't no it
talkin that madness, I'mma show 'em what I'm aimin 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 to flop every summer
While pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They said those came up
Infested the streets, and sewed the up
But still, hoes wanna see me, still see dick with closed
So on the +1st of Tha Month+, I send 'em to Crossroads+
I live or I die tonight? Only God knows
Keepin haters in my sight, in my scope
From the streets of Cleveland to 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 loc's and the motherfuckin 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
Drink a or be a true nut and a alcoholic
You got a problem with the bosses my crew will solve it
Don't try to trip, I got the in the trunk
Double cock that bitch and dump
Organized crime bring
I'm fuckin with the Criminal, real
Westside, let 'em know we
Y'all can't hold us back, we too thug for that,
minded, you've been blinded
Lookin for some shit like ours, you can't it
the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
From East 1999 out to West Coast streets
We G's, we some riders tonight, we ready to clown
to smash, put it down, represent for the brown
And uh, it's crazy, got a call from the homie Layzie
'Bout to show these motherfuckers how we represent
It's a 2-11 homie, that's a 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, 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 best kept secret
Cause these fools be claimin they gangstas but they no motherfuckin G's
They really want some drama, to the 2-1-6 and 2-1-3
Yeah yeah, from the to the 2-1-3 homie
Mr. Criminal, Layzie
Hi Power Soldiers!
Mess with that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, lil'
keep hatin, Bone Thugs, connect {*echoes*}