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[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
When 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 Sureсo, 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
Sureсo 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 Sureсos 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 Sureсo till I die fuckin` chump, watch your mouth
[Chorus]
[Outro: Midnight Stalker]
HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker know
Who`s runnin` this biatch
