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HAHAHA, lets homesAnother Southside gangster
Entertainment motherfuckersIf you
didn't know, it's that motherfuckin
that E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So let
'em homes[Criminal]Criminals'
'em in concussionWatch out for the nine
I'm a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood
rushinYou don't wanna be with me, I
up the microphoneIn a world of my to the
fullestSouthern Cali I roamWatch out for the
chrome I'm packin'When I'm and
I'm stonedMake sure it's loaded when
I'm leavin' my know where I always be
trippin'And will I get caught
sippin' on this
bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I you
out of luckIt's a motherfuckin'
lottoLike Desperado, this latino's got a of
stratchLook at me the wrong way and put you on
your backOn the attack, I give a fuck who you
areI always had a hard time pullin' your off the
far and near, Criminals' name is all you
hearThe young Sureo, spittin' deadly in your
ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power
on a mission for a upVatos trippin' and they
slippin' if wanna play youngBang-Bang on you
hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight creepin'
your its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with
except, waitin' for our late night coast
representing piercing through your chestPop-Pop we
don't stop till we reach topPuttin' it down,
open up shop and we gonna stop leva[Mr.
wee, it's Capone-E the ESouthside
bang, fuck all my you can't see me on a
puck sucker statusHi-Power be the and we leave to do
up with Criminal now songs plain
simpleSureo love that little RegalIn a
Lincoln ContinentalNow were out of
controlLittle Simons' up in a
indoTill the sun rises upThat'll 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' up in this gangsta
rapWho's got your your arm was full of
(?)Mr. Capone-E you thinkAnd I'mma drop you
like a it
up the the Sureos the day that I dieKickin with the
and I'm always gettin highDon't ask me
why, it's the life that I leadEarn my name for
robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and fuck
bullet-proof vestI come to correct but this no
testIt's a game called life and
deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent a youngster to a
motherfuckin VetAnd next, your life is took, by
this young crookI had a ski mask on my so ain't
no how I lookedI shook the scene and got a
that motherfucker for his cash and his
blingWatch it gleam on my wrist, watch it on my
neckConsequences of a that just got
checkedRespect this tiny from the SouthStaight
till I die fuckin' chump, watch your
mouth[Chorus][Outro:
now you motherfucker knowWho's
runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin'
RidersThey call me motherfuckin StalkerFor
those who don't knowNow you fucking
soldados my torpedoesTaking this shit with
across the globeHi-Power
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