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[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em know where you at homie (I'm on the Westside for baby)
right homie, what's up Layzie? (What's happenin baby?)
Ha ha, yeah, we clickin up (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 nothin but heat
Lowridin and cause I'm into 'caine slangin
Hi Power Soldiers, on the aimin
(From the to the 2-1-3)
From to California droppin nothin but heat
And once again you it's on, Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone
Packin straps whenever we roam, haters leave that alone
I'm on a whole 'nother level, we probably care with this gangsta
Representin the streets, and every rider I'm bangin
Mr. Criminal, Layzie from the Thug, there ain't no claimin it
talkin 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 no other
Bustas spendin big just to flop every summer
While pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They said those came up
the streets, and sewed the game up
But still, hoes see me, still see dick with eyes closed
So on the +1st of Tha Month+, I send 'em to +Tha
I live or I die tonight? Only God knows
Keepin haters in my sight, in my scope
From the streets of Cleveland to southern 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
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 with the bosses then 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 fuckin with the Criminal, individual
Westside, let 'em know we
Y'all can't hold us back, we too for that, nigga
minded, you've been blinded
Lookin for shit like ours, you can't find it
From the 2-1-6 to the
From East 1999 out to West Coast streets
We some G's, we some tonight, we ready to clown
to smash, put it down, represent for the brown
And uh, kinda crazy, got a call from the homie Layzie
'Bout to 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 of checkers, motherfuckers this chess
So uh, I think it's time for the game to
Open your eyes motherfuckers, Hi Power, we on the
Like almost 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 ain't no 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 Power Soldiers!
Mess with that Thugs-N-Harmony, lil' homie
keep hatin, Bone Thugs, connect {*echoes*}