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letra de from the 216 to the 213 - mr. criminal

[intro: mr. criminal & layzie bone]
let ’em know where you at, homie
i’m on the westside for real, baby
where at? 213
that’s right, homie, wassup layzie?
what’s happening, baby?
haha, yeah, cl!cking up, homie
let’s get this gangsta sh-t cracking
hi power, ese, yeah
taking over the motherf-cking game
haha, let’s do it, homie, yeah

[chorus: mr. criminal & layzie bone]
from the 216 to the 213
from cleveland to california, dropping nothing but heat
lowriding and gang banging, curb serving and ‘caine slanging
hi power soldiers on the frontline aiming
from the 216 to the 213
from clеveland to california, dropping nothing but heat
and once again, you know it’s on
mr. criminal, layziе bone
packing straps whenever we roam
haters, leave that sh-t alone

[verse 1: mr. criminal]
i’m on a whole ‘nother level, i’m a product of this gangsta sh-t
representing the street and every rider i’m banging with
mr. criminal layzie bone from the thug, there ain’t no taming it
haters talking that madness, i’ma show ’em what i’m aiming with
and fools hate me ’cause i rose from the gutter
and i’m that latin from the southern side that flows like no other
vatos spendin’ big budgets, just to flop every summer
while we pulling up in escalades, benzes and hummers, haha
they say those motherf-ckers came up
infested the streets, and sewed the game up
but still, fools wanna see me six feet deep with eyes closed
so on the first of the month, i send ’em to the crossroads
will i live or will i die tonight? only god knows
keeping haters in my sight, enemies in my scope
from the streets of cleveland to southern cali, ride on hundred spokes
bald heads, blue bags and brown skin when i approach, ese
[chorus: mr. criminal & layzie bone]
from the 216 to the 213
from cleveland to california, dropping nothing but heat
lowriding and gang banging, curb serving and ‘caine slanging
hi power soldiers on the frontline aiming
from the 216 to the 213
from cleveland to california, dropping nothing but heat
and once again, you know it’s on
mr. criminal, layzie bone
packing straps whenever we roam
haters, leave that sh-t alone

[verse 2: layzie bone]
from the 216 to the 213
where the locs and the motherf-cking gangstas be
we be stomping in the south, mobbing through the east
we giving up love, holla eazy-e
straight from the motherf-cking thieveland
where you can cop you a forty, for a dollar ninety even
drink a brew, be a true nut and an alcoholic
you got a problem with the bosses, then my crew gon’ solve it
don’t try to creep, i got the gauge in the trunk
double c-ck that b-tch and just dump
organized crime bring residuals
i’m f-cking with the criminal, real individual
westside, let ’em know we strapped
y’all can’t hold us back, we too thug for that, n-gga
criminal minded, you’ve been blinded
looking for some sh-t like ours, you can’t find it
[chorus: mr. criminal & layzie bone]
from the 216 to the 213
from cleveland to california, dropping nothing but heat
lowriding and gang banging, curb serving and ‘caine slanging
hi power soldiers on the frontline aiming
from the 216 to the 213
from cleveland to california, dropping nothing but heat
and once again, you know it’s on
mr. criminal, layzie bone
packing straps whenever we roam
haters, leave that sh-t alone

[verse 3: mr. criminal]
from the 216 to the 213
from east 1999 up to these west coast streets
we some g’s, we some riders tonight
we ready to clown, ready to smash
put it down, represent for the brown, and uh
it’s kinda crazy, got a call from the homie layzie
’bout to show these motherf-ckers how we represent daily
it’s a 211, homie, that’s a jack in progress
and i bang for the south ’til i rep for the west
fools get slumped up in the street, for the heat i possess
and this ain’t a game of checkers, motherf-ckers, it’s chess
so uh, i think it’s time for the game to recognize
open your eyes, motherf-ckers, hi power, we on the rise
the top’s almost in my face, i’ma grab it when i can reach it
on the real, i feel that i’m the west best kept secret
’cause these fools be claiming they gangstas
but they ain’t no motherf-cking g’s
they really want some drama, coming to 216 and 213
[chorus: mr. criminal & layzie bone]
from the 216 to the 213
from cleveland to california, dropping nothing but heat
lowriding and gang banging, curb serving and ‘caine slanging
hi power soldiers on the frontline aiming
from the 216 to the 213
from cleveland to california, dropping nothing but heat
and once again, you know it’s on
mr. criminal, layzie bone
packing straps whenever we roam
haters, leave that sh-t alone

[outro: mr. criminal]
yeah, from the 216 to the 213, homie
mr. criminal, layzie bone
hi power soldiers
mixed with that bone thugs-n-harmony stilo, homie
haha, it’s official, hpg and bone thugs, connect

- mr criminal

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