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[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em where 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 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
Lowridin and gangbangin cause I'm into 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 it's on, Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone
Packin straps whenever we roam, haters leave shit alone
I'm on a whole 'nother level, we care with this gangsta shit
Representin the streets, and rider I'm bangin with
Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone from the Thug, ain't no claimin it
Haters that madness, I'mma show 'em what I'm aimin with
And fools hate me I rose from the gutter
And I'm that lad from the southern side that flows like no
Bustas big bucks just to flop every summer
we're pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They said those came up
Infested the streets, and the game up
But still, hoes wanna see me, still see dick with closed
So on the +1st of Tha Month+, I send 'em to Crossroads+
Will I or I die tonight? Only God knows
haters in my sight, enemies in my scope
From the streets of to southern Cali ride on 100 spokes
Bar heads, blue wax and brown skin when I approach - it
From the 2-1-6 to the
Where the loc's and the motherfuckin be
We be stompin in the South, through the East
We givin up love, holla
Straight from the 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 gauge in the
cock that bitch and just dump
Organized crime residuals
I'm with the Criminal, real individual
Westside, let 'em we strapped
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 1999 out to these West Coast streets
We G's, we some riders tonight, we ready to clown
Ready to smash, put it down, represent for the
And uh, it's kinda crazy, got a from the homie Layzie
to show these motherfuckers how we represent daily
It's a 2-11 homie, that's a in progress
And I for the South, still I rep for the West
Who get sunk up in the street, for the I possess
And this ain't a game of checkers, this chess
So uh, I think it's time for the game to
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 feel that I'm the West's best secret
Cause these fools be claimin they gangstas but they no motherfuckin G's
really want some drama, come to the 2-1-6 and 2-1-3
Yeah yeah, from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
Mr. Criminal, Layzie
Hi Soldiers! {*echoes*}
Mess with Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, lil' homie
Haters hatin, Bone Thugs, connect {*echoes*}