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letra de on the real - mr. criminal

[verse 1: mr. criminal]
i got them bad thoughts
that travel through the center of my brain
where i coordinate the sickness
breeds plots of pure pain
take a trip with me
in to the depth of a mastermind
where these bombs get detonated
like orchestrated homicide
i’m a rider from that silver lake district
that i can’t deny
and i represent my soil
busting slugs in the sky
this track is dedicated to the homies resting in peace
sh-t is getting deep
they wanna see criminal deceased
where you from can get you k!lled
so i sport tecs in the streets
eyes behind my f-cking head
i watch for death when it creeps
that’s on the real
they think i’m bullsh-tting
straps in living rooms & kitchens
blue pitbulls sitting
just waiting to see
while you’re plotting to creep
couple of [?] mini 14 rounds put you to sleep
ese you think they call me the assassin for nothing
it’s murder for hire on these fake ass imitators & busters
[chorus: mr. criminal]
it’s what the streets created
often imitated
but never duplicated
cali livin’ got us gang affiliated
don’t try to step to this
if you ain’t stepping your game up
after first & second homie
drop the sh-t, you should’ve just gave up
homie we aiming for the top
we got that one shot k!ll
don’t understand why foos wanna test
when they know they not real
foos they think they knuckleheaded
just cause they got steel
m-th-f-ckers get smoked around here
on the real

[verse 2: stomper]
redeem it’s that big bad 7-81
my homies doing time
ain’t no m-th-f-cking fun
b-tches always snitching
m-th-f-ckers wanna tell
that’s why i got a gang of homies doing time in jail
leftline off on parole
he starts a family
they lock him up
the kids miss they f-cking daddy
they got chino, he didn’t do sh-t
my homie’s doing time for some f-cking bullsh-t
f-ck el chimpy, you’re a snitch foo
you’re own familia calls you b-tch foo
i shook your hand out of respect for your primo
but you’s a punk b-tch
you let my homie down, you let him fall
i watched you come up in my varrio
watch you straight ball
f-cking coward, you f-cking rat
f-cking leva i’ll peel your f-cking cap back
cause when i see you i smell your fear
i could see it n your eyes
you know death is near
so when i see you, better run for cover
you p-ssy whipped b-tch
you f-cking snitch m-th-f-cker
[chorus: mr. criminal]
it’s what the streets created
often imitated
but never duplicated
cali livin’ got us gang affiliated
don’t try to step to this
if you ain’t stepping your game up
after first & second homie
drop the sh-t, you should’ve just gave up
homie we aiming for the top
we got that one shot k!ll
don’t understand why foos wanna test
when they know they not real
foos they think they knuckleheaded
just cause they got steel
m-th-f-ckers get smoked around here
on the real

[verse 3: mr. criminal]
woke up on the wrong side of bed
they say i got a couple of screws loose
stuffing clips with ammunition
handling business with the tools that i was given
do what i gotta do, in life
homicides and gang fights
simply not living right
retaliate on imitators
trying to duplicate the stilo
ten balas in the clip of my black desert eagle
and my conscious carries weight
like trunks full of kilos
i’m a criminal with a passion of living my life illegal
[verse 4: stomper]
the streets created and sh-t
i gotta deal with it
f-cking haters wanna k!ll me
but i’m still living
in the new town ese
yeah i got my own back
ever since i pack my m-th-f-cking first big strap
and shot my first rat
and got my first tat
one eighty seven on my enemy
now he’s on his back
and now these juras wanna k!ll me
lock me up and sh-t
one eighty seven on the juras
line em up and sh-t
because a snitch is a rat
and a rat is a b-tch
shoot em all in the face
and dump em in a ditch

[chorus: mr. criminal]
it’s what the streets created
often imitated
but never duplicated
cali livin’ got us gang affiliated
don’t try to step to this
if you ain’t stepping your game up
after first & second homie
drop the sh-t, you should’ve just gave up
homie we aiming for the top
we got that one shot k!ll
don’t understand why foos wanna test
when they know they not real
foos they think they knuckleheaded
just cause they got steel
m-th-f-ckers get smoked around here
on the real

- mr criminal

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