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[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em know where you at homie (I'm on the for real baby)
right homie, what's up Layzie? (What's happenin baby?)
Ha ha, yeah, we clickin up (let's get this gangsta shit crackin)
Takin the motherfuckin game, ha ha
do it homie (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 slangin
Hi Soldiers, on the frontline aimin
(From the to the 2-1-3)
Cleveland to California droppin nothin but heat
And once again you know it's on, Mr. Criminal, Bone
Packin straps whenever we roam, haters leave shit alone
I'm on a whole 'nother level, we probably care this gangsta shit
the streets, and every rider I'm bangin with
Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone from the Thug, there ain't no it
Haters that madness, I'mma show 'em what I'm aimin with
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 flop summer
While pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They said motherfuckers came up
Infested the streets, and sewed the up
But still, hoes wanna see me, still see with eyes closed
So on the +1st of Tha Month+, I send 'em to Crossroads+
Will I live or I die tonight? Only God
haters in my sight, enemies 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
From the to the 2-1-3
Where the loc's and the gangstas be
We be stompin in the South, mobbin through the
We givin up love, Eazy-E
Straight the motherfuckin Theive-land
you can cop you a forty, for a dollar-ninety even
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 gauge in the
Double that bitch and just dump
Organized crime 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, been blinded
Lookin for some shit ours, you can't find it
From the 2-1-6 to the
From East 1999 out to these West streets
We some G's, we riders tonight, we ready to clown
to smash, put it down, represent for the brown
And uh, it's kinda crazy, got a call the homie Layzie
'Bout to show these 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 ain't a 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 almost in my face, rep it when I complete ya
On the real, I that I'm the West's best kept secret
these fools 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, the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3 homie
Mr. Criminal, Bone
Hi Power Soldiers!
Mess that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, lil' homie
Haters keep hatin, Bone Thugs, connect