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hitHi-Power Entertainment you
know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith
that E and his homie Criminal from the Criminal let
'em homes[Criminal]Criminals'
leavin 'em in out for the nine
I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, your blood
don't wanna be with me, I guaranteePick
up the a world of my ownRepresent to the
fullestSouthern Killer Cali I out for the
I'm packin'When I'm drunk and
I'm sure it's fully loaded when
I'm leavin' my know where I always be
trippin'And never I get caught
slippin'I'm sippin' on
bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I you
out of like a motherfuckin'
Desperado, this latino's got a gang of
stratchLook at me the way and I'll put you on
your the attack, I don't give a fuck who you
areI always had a hard time pullin' your off the
dockFrom far and near, name is all you
hearThe young Sureo, spittin' deadly rhymes in
Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders
on a mission for a come trippin' and they
if they wanna play youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's creepin' while
sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our late night checksWest
representing piercing through your chestPop-Pop we
don't stop till we reach topPuttin' it down,
up shop and we never gonna stop leva[Mr.
Capone-E]Oo wee, Capone-E the ESouthside
bang, fuck all my enemiesSee you see me on a
puck sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we to do
damageHooked up Criminal now songs plain
love rockin' that little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow ballin' out of
Simons' up in a BenzoSmokin'
indoTill the sun rises fuck you
upCause we don't give a the S-G-V to the
2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?)
CaliHi-Power in this tankBangin
shanksSlappin' fools up in gangsta
rapWho's got your your arm was full of
(?)Mr. makes you thinkAnd I'mma drop you
like a it
up the the till the day that I dieKickin with the
homeboys and I'm always highDon't ask me
why, it's just the that I leadEarn my name for
robbing for their greenIndeed, and fuck your
bullet-proof vestI to correct but this ain't no
testIt's a game called life and
deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a to a
VetAnd what's next, your life is took, by
this young crookI had a ski mask on my so ain't
no tellin' how I shook the scene and got a
that motherfucker for his cash and his
blingWatch it on my wrist, watch it gleam on my
neckConsequences of a that just got
checkedRespect this tiny rapper the SouthStaight
Sureo till I die fuckin' chump, your
Midnight
Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you knowWho's
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