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letra de silver lake riders - mr. criminal, lysto & ese villen

[intro: mr. criminal]
yeah yeah, it’s what the streets created
got my homie lysto right here, varrio silverlake
lysto let ’em know how we do it homie, ride

[verse 1: lysto]
i’m a silverlake gangster and i kick it in the area
pull out a mac-11 and it’s spreading like malaria
for my different seasons, these levas just ain’t believing
i’ll shoot you for any reason, this trigger finger ain’t freezing
i hear your chest is squeezing the bullets are feeling squeezy
feeling and dealing and now the k!llings proceeding
bleeding and breathing while people taking a beating
and see them hang from the ceilings, we do it for no meaning
even though people are screaming, they’re walking and they’re dreaming
i’m ready to just swing look at the guns i’m bringing
a 45, a 9, a 25, a .22
even though i’m drinking brew, boy you don’t have a clue
bout stood the time i lose, jack anybody i choose
you don’t know what i’ve been through
i’ve been shot and been bad news
always banging on these fools ever since i went to school
even in the county blues cause ese we break the rules

[interlude: mr. criminal]
ha-ha, that’s right
lysto that’s how we ride on them vatos
now i’m bringing on the homie villen
so what’s up ese, let’s ride on these f-ckin’ fools
[verse 2: ese villen]
it’s that v-i double l-e-n
catch an enemiga slipping, make hollow points spin
since ’77, 213 westsider
since ’93 been a silverlake rider
i bust caps like new era lids
primo and tamer doing state pen bids
villen, lysto and criminal on the track
you never seen the true blue sur this black
come half stepping, i’ll pull out my weapon
silverlake dukes is the varrio that i’m repping
run up, and your team gets squashed
step up, and you’re gonna get tossed
i never lost a step homeboy it was a rumor
catch me al rato, but i’ll probably catch you sooner
let that thought grow in your head like a tumor
i’ll be en mexico, toreo la laguna

[interlude: mr. criminal]
ha-ha, that’s right
that’s how we represent, for that varrio silverlake gang
alright, stepping up to the mic, mr. criminal
’bout to put it down on you vatos, that’s right

[verse 3: mr. criminal]
witness me breaking out of cell blocks
leaving my enemies in sh-ll shock
tired of earth, so now i wonder, what has h-ll got?
close your window, lock your doors, it’s criminal on the block
packing infrareds with extra clips, up in my plastic glock
slanging like them fat chronic sacks
mr. criminal, big villen, lysto on the track, watch your back
what you know about the silverlake riders?
in the city of l.a. we reside as westsiders
now just envision what the streets created
a couple of vatos gang related, tatted up and you hate it, ha-ha
you see what happens when the homies ride
after this the streets ain’t safe, i think it’s best for you to go inside
’cause if not, you’ll get a hit on the spot
body outlined in chalk, as i proceed to sur walk
and like the other homie silent at night, i’m known to stalk
we the reason that your streets is yellow tape’d up your block

- mr criminal lysto ese villen

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