f/ Criminal



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[Intro: Midnight Stalker]
HAHAHA, lets ride homes

Another Southside gangster hit

Hi-Power Entertainment motherfuckers

If you didn't know, it's that motherfuckin Capone

With that E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3

So Criminal let 'em know homes



[Criminal]

Criminals' leavin 'em in concussion

Watch out for the nine I'm bustin

Fuck 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 motherfuckin' lotto

Like Desperado, this latino's got a gang of stratch

Look at me the wrong way and I'll put you on your back

On the attack, I don't give a fuck who you are

I always had a hard time pullin' your body off the dock

From far and near, Criminals' name is all you hear

The young Sureño, spittin' deadly rhymes in your ear



[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]

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 your sleepin' its the Mr. Criminal

Layin' low with except, waitin' for our late night checks

West coast representing piercing hallows through your chest

Pop-Pop we don't stop till we reach this top

Puttin' it down, open up shop and we never gonna stop leva



[Mr. Capone-E]

Oo wee, it's Capone-E the E

Southside bang, fuck all my enemies

See you can't see me on a puck sucker status

Hi-Power be the lable and we leave to do damage

Hooked up with Criminal now songs plain simple

Sureño love rockin' that little Regal

In a Lincoln Continental

Now were ballin' out of control

Little Simons' up in a Benzo

Smokin' indo

Till the sun rises up

That'll fuck you up

Cause we don't give a fuck

From the S-G-V to the 2-1-3

From the Big Valley to (?) ally

Southern Cali

Hi-Power riders in this tank

Bangin shanks

Slappin' fools up in this gangsta rap

Who's got your back

Cause your arm was full of (?)

Mr. Capone-E makes you think

And I'mma drop you like a biatch



[Chorus]



[Criminal]

Give it up the the Sureños till 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 robbing motherfuckers for their green

Indeed, and fuck your bullet-proof vest

I come to correct but this ain't no motherfuckin test

It's a game called life and death

Blood, tears, and sweat

Went from a youngster to a motherfuckin 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 a clean

Robbed that motherfucker for his cash and his bling

Watch it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my neck

Consequences of a motherfucker that just got checked

Respect this tiny rapper from the South

Staight Sureño till I die fuckin' chump, watch your mouth



[Chorus]



[Outro: Midnight Stalker]

HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker know

Who's runnin' this biatch

Motherfuckin' Hi-Power Riders

They call me motherfuckin Midnight Stalker

For those who don't know

Now you fucking know

Big soldados my torpedoes

Taking over this shit with balas

All across the globe

Hi-Power Entertainment

Non-stop, click-clock, pop-pop

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