Mr. Criminal On A Come Up Lyrics

[Intro]
HAHAHA, that's right homes
Another Southside gangster hit
Hi-Power Entertainment motherf*ckers
If you didn't know, it's that motherf*ckin Capone with the E
And the homie Criminal from the 213
So Criminal let 'em know homes

[Verse 1: Mr. Criminal]
Criminals leavin' 'em in concussion
Watch out for the nine I'm bustin'
f*ck a discussion, I bust, leavin' your blood rushin'
You don't wanna be with me, I guarantee
Pick up the microphone in a world of my own
Represent to the fullest, Southern killer Cali I roam
Watch out for the chrome I'm packin', when I'm drunk and I'm stoned
Make sure it's fully loaded when I'm leavin' my home
Never know where I always be trippin'
And never will I get caught slippin'
I'm sippin' on this bottle, smashin' on the throttle
When I catch you out of luck, it's like a motherf*ckin' lotto
Like Desperado, this Latino's got a gang of scratch
Look at me the wrong way and I'll put you on your back
On the attack, I don't give a f*ck who you are
I always had a hard time pullin' your body off the dock
From far and near, Criminal's name is all you hear
The young Sureño, spittin' deadly rhymes in your ear

[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E & Mr. Criminal]
We some Hi power riders on a mission for a come up
Vatos trippin' and they slippin' if they wanna play young
Bang bang on you hoes, oh no, it's Capone
Straight creepin' while you're sleepin', it's the Mr. Criminal
Layin' low with except, waitin' for our late-night checks
West coast representin', piercin' hallows through your chest
Pop pop, we don't stop 'til we reach this top
Puttin' it down, open up shop
And we never gonna stop, leva

[Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E]
Ooh wee, it's Capone with the E
Southside bang, f*ck all my enemies
See, you can't see me, on a punk sucker status
Hi power be the label, label me to do damage
Hooked up with Criminal, now it's all plain simple
Sureño love droppin' that little riddle
In a Lincoln Continental
Now we're ballin' out of control, little zeros up in a Benzo
Smokin' indo 'til the sun rises up
Then f*ck you up, 'cause we don't give a f*ck
From the S-G-V, to the two, one, three
From the Big Valley to your backstreet alley
Southern Cali, Hi power riders in this tank
Bangin' shanks, slappin' fools up in this gangsta rap
Who's got your back? 'Cause your army full of snakes Mr. Capone-E makes you think and I'ma drop you like a biatch

[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E & Mr. Criminal]
We some Hi power riders on a mission for a come up
Vatos trippin' and they slippin' if they wanna play young
Bang bang on you hoes, oh no, it's Capone
Straight creepin' while you're sleepin', it's the Mr. Criminal
Layin' low with except, waitin' for our late-night checks
West coast representin', piercin' hallows through your chest
Pop pop, we don't stop 'til we reach this top
Puttin' it down, open up shop
And we never gonna stop, leva

[Verse 3: Mr. Criminal]
Give it up to the Sureños 'til the day that I die
Kickin' with the homeboys and I'm always gettin' high
Don't ask me why, it's just the life that I lead
Earn my name for robbin' motherf*ckers for their green
Indeed, and f*ck your bullet-proof vest
I come to correct, but this ain't no motherf*ckin' test
It's a game called life and death
Blood, tears, and sweat
From a youngster to a motherf*ckin' vet
And what's next? Your life is took by this young crook
I had a ski mask on my face
So ain't no tellin' how I looked
I shook the scene and got it clean
Robbed that motherf*cker for his cash and his bling
Watch it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my neck
Consequences of a motherf*cker that just got checked
Respect this tiny rapper from the South
Straight Sureño 'til I die, f*ckin' chump, watch your mouth

[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E & Mr. Criminal]
We some Hi power riders on a mission for a come up
Vatos trippin' and they slippin' if they wanna play young
Bang bang on you hoes, oh no, it's Capone
Straight creepin' while you're sleepin', it's the Mr. Criminal
Layin' low with except, waitin' for our late-night checks
West coast representin', piercin' hallows through your chest
Pop pop, we don't stop 'til we reach this top
Puttin' it down, open up shop
And we never gonna stop, leva

[Outro: Midnight Stalker]
Ha, ha, ha, now you motherf*ckers know
Who's runnin' this biatch, motherf*ckin' Hi power riders
They call me motherf*ckin' midnight stalker
For those who don't know, now you f*ckin' know
Big soldados, my torpedoes, takin' over this shit with balas
All across the globe
Hi power entertainment
Non-stop, click-clock, pop-pop
Ha, ha, ha, ha