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south siders of the 213 - mr. criminal lyrics

[intro]
yeah, that’s right
soldiers of the 2*1*3
sur side riders
what’s going on criminal, silent
sup with these maddglock b*tches
f*ck them levas
south siders of the 213
let ‘em know criminal

[verse 1: mr. criminal]
first of all, ese f*ck you and everything you represent
i’m throwing up that silverlake trece
and i represent that big bad south side
hi power familia
sippin’ on sureño juice
and i’m puffing sativa
and i’m sick in the dome
when i grip on this chrome
vatos crossing the wrong path
get your f*cking brains blown
with no warning shots
find these fake rappеrs
and now i’m storming blocks
up in your house like k!ller bees
whеn we [?] a lot
a level full of fake sureños with no hoods to claim
vatos ain’t about sh*t
never ever gang banged
all you do is claim the fame
but really ain’t about sh*t
and those two certified levas
really ain’t too sick
knuckle busting is nothin’
to get rid of all these peasants
[?] m*th*f*ckas gonna feel criminals presence
cause you’re looking at a rider that loves to gang bang
my strap goes *gun shots*
like yours goes pang pang
[chorus]
you’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
vatos mad cause they don’t sell
busting glocks on these b*tches
hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
riding on these m*th*f*cken lames
we going all out
you’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
vatos mad cause they don’t sell
busting glocks on these b*tches
hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
riding on these m*th*f*cken lames
we going all out

[verse 2: mr. silent]
can’t see us once again
bala dos, round two
mr. criminal silverlakin’ and alley boys that be my crew
it’s mr. silent m*th*f*cka
you wanna f*ck with me
i don’t believe that these m*th*f*ckas want beef
i’m rushing your label
little b*tches that are talking sh*t
it’s hi power 213, the tiny winos cl!ck
and what’s up with baby?
he can’t fight his own battles
yeah that b*tch who would run to the cops and tell
you’re f*cking lame
you’re a f*cking coward
you’re a f*cking mark
your torpedo gets smoked on the boulevard
with his homie trying to duplicate
he gets it too
i got the virus known as silent’s deadly flu
you f*cking b*tches should’ve known that our sh*t is lethal
we ain’t a flop like that f*cking album called “the sequel”
213 soldiers, west side
sh*t it be the place
imposters get the flatline heart rate
[chorus]
you’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
vatos mad cause they don’t sell
busting glocks on these b*tches
hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
riding on these m*th*f*cken lames
we going all out
you’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
vatos mad cause they don’t sell
busting glocks on these b*tches
hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
riding on these m*th*f*cken lames
we going all out

[verse 3: mr. criminal]
now we rolling in a ragtop
chevy classic backdrop
[?] same plot
m*th* f*ck maddglock
snapper gets his face rearranged with stainless steel
and them sicc 2 sicc pranksters
sokas will get their cranium filled
and i ain’t trippin’ on [?]
that a silly tramp a mayatero
lil trouble will gets f*cked
with christmas tree fileros
interio i’m packing a metal
this beef will never settle
til you’re buying ice cubes in h*ll
off the devil
[verse 4: mr. silent]
this the last time i speak about you f*cking lames
you’re not even on our level
you’re at the bottom of a page
i got a army of varrios
that will ride with me
from los to arizona to texas to 213
so what you wanna do, b*tch?
just keep your mouth shut
before this demon [?]
not even wanted in your town
so what’s that say about you
the night stalker has a mission to dismantle your crew, b*tch

[outro]
haha, that’s right
soldiers of the 213
sur side riders
f*ck maddglock
f*ck snapper
f*ck sicc2sicc
f*ck that b*tch ass vato bullet
213 b*tch

- mr criminal lyrics

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