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letra de south siders of the 213 - mr. criminal

[intro]
yeah, that’s right
soldiers of the 2-1-3
sur side riders
what’s going on criminal, silent
sup with these maddglock b-tches
f-ck them levas
south siders of the 213
let ‘em know criminal

[verse 1: mr. criminal]
first of all, ese f-ck you and everything you represent
i’m throwing up that silverlake trece
and i represent that big bad south side
hi power familia
sippin’ on sureño juice
and i’m puffing sativa
and i’m sick in the dome
when i grip on this chrome
vatos crossing the wrong path
get your f-cking brains blown
with no warning shots
find these fake rappеrs
and now i’m storming blocks
up in your house like k!ller bees
whеn we [?] a lot
a level full of fake sureños with no hoods to claim
vatos ain’t about sh-t
never ever gang banged
all you do is claim the fame
but really ain’t about sh-t
and those two certified levas
really ain’t too sick
knuckle busting is nothin’
to get rid of all these peasants
[?] m-th-f-ckas gonna feel criminals presence
cause you’re looking at a rider that loves to gang bang
my strap goes -gun shots-
like yours goes pang pang
[chorus]
you’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
vatos mad cause they don’t sell
busting glocks on these b-tches
hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
riding on these m-th-f-cken lames
we going all out
you’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
vatos mad cause they don’t sell
busting glocks on these b-tches
hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
riding on these m-th-f-cken lames
we going all out

[verse 2: mr. silent]
can’t see us once again
bala dos, round two
mr. criminal silverlakin’ and alley boys that be my crew
it’s mr. silent m-th-f-cka
you wanna f-ck with me
i don’t believe that these m-th-f-ckas want beef
i’m rushing your label
little b-tches that are talking sh-t
it’s hi power 213, the tiny winos cl!ck
and what’s up with baby?
he can’t fight his own battles
yeah that b-tch who would run to the cops and tell
you’re f-cking lame
you’re a f-cking coward
you’re a f-cking mark
your torpedo gets smoked on the boulevard
with his homie trying to duplicate
he gets it too
i got the virus known as silent’s deadly flu
you f-cking b-tches should’ve known that our sh-t is lethal
we ain’t a flop like that f-cking album called “the sequel”
213 soldiers, west side
sh-t it be the place
imposters get the flatline heart rate
[chorus]
you’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
vatos mad cause they don’t sell
busting glocks on these b-tches
hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
riding on these m-th-f-cken lames
we going all out
you’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
vatos mad cause they don’t sell
busting glocks on these b-tches
hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
riding on these m-th-f-cken lames
we going all out

[verse 3: mr. criminal]
now we rolling in a ragtop
chevy classic backdrop
[?] same plot
m-th- f-ck maddglock
snapper gets his face rearranged with stainless steel
and them sicc 2 sicc pranksters
sokas will get their cranium filled
and i ain’t trippin’ on [?]
that a silly tramp a mayatero
lil trouble will gets f-cked
with christmas tree fileros
interio i’m packing a metal
this beef will never settle
til you’re buying ice cubes in h-ll
off the devil
[verse 4: mr. silent]
this the last time i speak about you f-cking lames
you’re not even on our level
you’re at the bottom of a page
i got a army of varrios
that will ride with me
from los to arizona to texas to 213
so what you wanna do, b-tch?
just keep your mouth shut
before this demon [?]
not even wanted in your town
so what’s that say about you
the night stalker has a mission to dismantle your crew, b-tch

[outro]
haha, that’s right
soldiers of the 213
sur side riders
f-ck maddglock
f-ck snapper
f-ck sicc2sicc
f-ck that b-tch ass vato bullet
213 b-tch

- mr criminal

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