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(feat. Criminal) [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 Letras de cancionesWhen 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 HAHAHAHAHAHAHA From Letras Mania