Mr. Criminal - G’z and Ridaz
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{chorus: mr. silent & mr. criminal}
We some g’s, we some riders
These muthafuckas ain’t tryin’ to touch us
They scared and they petrified
We some hustlers of connivers
Don’t call me criminal for nothing
Cause jacking is like a high
We some soldiers, do or die-ers
We best believe us when we saying
We riding until we die
What the streets created
Criminal and silent
Disrespecting the click
Quickly losing your mind
{verse 1: mr. criminal}
Who’s dropping them bombs?
Criminal, silent coming straight violent (what the fuck)
Look what the streets created
Two outlaws that are ready to ride
And that’s on all times
You in danger like stepping on fault lines
Cali’s been waiting for a quake
I’m bout to drop mine
And leave em shaking, hatin’
Fakes and snakes, blue rags and toe tags
West side varrio silverlaking
Tiny winos where ever that i go
And best believe no jumping me
I’m taking out rivals
Aiming at your spinal, cause i give a fuck
Hand in my strap whenever i hit em up
Hennessy up in my cup
A quarter sack up in my blunt
Ain’t 50 cent but i’ll teach ya how ta stunt
With a 12 gauge mossberg double barrel pump
No vest in my chest cause i slide through the west
Till the day they take breath i’m a ride till my death
It’s criminology, but the one quiet is (?...)
And hi power still the click
Dog i ride with the best
{chorus: mr. silent & mr. criminal}
We some g’s, we some riders
These muthafuckas ain’t tryin’ to touch us
They scared and they petrified
We some hustlers of connivers
Don’t call me criminal for nothing
Cause jacking is like a high
We some soldiers, do or die-ers
We best believe us when we saying
We riding until we die
What the streets created
Criminal and silent
Disrespecting the click
Quickly losing your mind
{verse 2: mr. silent}
Now, let’s get down with business
I just the hit the fucking scene
Put another fool on my bitch list
With the words that i spit
I react with a rage
Disrespect, you get straight (?...)
Breaking news front page
Just speaking of crime
Rolling with my dog
Mister lyrical assassin
Youngster but a hog
Put the two of us together
We’re a sick combination
Alley boy and silverlake
I could see your frustration
Always dropping heat
In the track and in the streets
From the west side bitch
Now can you feel me?
I be speaking from the bottom of my soul til i’m old
Like a g leprechaun
Always searching for my gold
And i’m never gonna stop, till my fucking body drop
I’m a real outlaw
Not no some pussy ass lop
Representing different hoods but the click is the same
So sick in the brain
Tiny winos is the name
{chorus: mr. silent & mr. criminal}
We some g’s, we some riders
These muthafuckas ain’t tryin’ to touch us
They scared and they petrified
We some hustlers of connivers
Don’t call me criminal for nothing
Cause jacking is like a high
We some soldiers, do or die-ers
We best believe us when we saying
We riding until we die
What the streets created
Criminal and silent
Disrespecting the click
Quickly losing your mind
{verse 3: mr. criminal}
Strap in position
Time to make a split decision
Should i just hit this fool?
Or spray everything in my vision?
The life i’m living can be hectic
It’s do or die
Threat level risen
Best be ready when time to ride
Genocide and homicide
Taking over like nationwide
So why you blaming mr. criminal for giving it a try?
Ha ha, the worlds corrupted
Mass murders are done in public
With some shit you can’t discuss
You just pull the strap out and blast
{verse 4: mr. silent}
Now what you gonna do, since i walked in your path?
When i bust and i blast
Is that consider the map?
Then blood spills
It’s goes drip drip drip
It’s the outcome from my pistol grip
No matter what, i’ll be seeing you again
At the crossroads i be inviting ya in
And you can join me, so you can be my slave
That’s what’s gonna happen ever since we hit the grave
{chorus: mr. silent & mr. criminal}
We some g’s, we some riders
These muthafuckas ain’t tryin’ to touch us
They scared and they petrified
We some hustlers of connivers
Don’t call me criminal for nothing
Cause jacking is like a high
We some soldiers, do or die-ers
We best believe us when we saying
We riding until we die
What the streets created
Criminal and silent
Disrespecting the click
Quickly losing your mind
{chorus: mr. silent & mr. criminal}
We some g’s, we some riders
These muthafuckas ain’t tryin’ to touch us
They scared and they petrified
We some hustlers of connivers
Don’t call me criminal for nothing
Cause jacking is like a high
We some soldiers, do or die-ers
We best believe us when we saying
We riding until we die
What the streets created
Criminal and silent
Disrespecting the click
Quickly losing your mind
{verse 1: mr. criminal}
Who’s dropping them bombs?
Criminal, silent coming straight violent (what the fuck)
Look what the streets created
Two outlaws that are ready to ride
And that’s on all times
You in danger like stepping on fault lines
Cali’s been waiting for a quake
I’m bout to drop mine
And leave em shaking, hatin’
Fakes and snakes, blue rags and toe tags
West side varrio silverlaking
Tiny winos where ever that i go
And best believe no jumping me
I’m taking out rivals
Aiming at your spinal, cause i give a fuck
Hand in my strap whenever i hit em up
Hennessy up in my cup
A quarter sack up in my blunt
Ain’t 50 cent but i’ll teach ya how ta stunt
With a 12 gauge mossberg double barrel pump
No vest in my chest cause i slide through the west
Till the day they take breath i’m a ride till my death
It’s criminology, but the one quiet is (?...)
And hi power still the click
Dog i ride with the best
{chorus: mr. silent & mr. criminal}
We some g’s, we some riders
These muthafuckas ain’t tryin’ to touch us
They scared and they petrified
We some hustlers of connivers
Don’t call me criminal for nothing
Cause jacking is like a high
We some soldiers, do or die-ers
We best believe us when we saying
We riding until we die
What the streets created
Criminal and silent
Disrespecting the click
Quickly losing your mind
{verse 2: mr. silent}
Now, let’s get down with business
I just the hit the fucking scene
Put another fool on my bitch list
With the words that i spit
I react with a rage
Disrespect, you get straight (?...)
Breaking news front page
Just speaking of crime
Rolling with my dog
Mister lyrical assassin
Youngster but a hog
Put the two of us together
We’re a sick combination
Alley boy and silverlake
I could see your frustration
Always dropping heat
In the track and in the streets
From the west side bitch
Now can you feel me?
I be speaking from the bottom of my soul til i’m old
Like a g leprechaun
Always searching for my gold
And i’m never gonna stop, till my fucking body drop
I’m a real outlaw
Not no some pussy ass lop
Representing different hoods but the click is the same
So sick in the brain
Tiny winos is the name
{chorus: mr. silent & mr. criminal}
We some g’s, we some riders
These muthafuckas ain’t tryin’ to touch us
They scared and they petrified
We some hustlers of connivers
Don’t call me criminal for nothing
Cause jacking is like a high
We some soldiers, do or die-ers
We best believe us when we saying
We riding until we die
What the streets created
Criminal and silent
Disrespecting the click
Quickly losing your mind
{verse 3: mr. criminal}
Strap in position
Time to make a split decision
Should i just hit this fool?
Or spray everything in my vision?
The life i’m living can be hectic
It’s do or die
Threat level risen
Best be ready when time to ride
Genocide and homicide
Taking over like nationwide
So why you blaming mr. criminal for giving it a try?
Ha ha, the worlds corrupted
Mass murders are done in public
With some shit you can’t discuss
You just pull the strap out and blast
{verse 4: mr. silent}
Now what you gonna do, since i walked in your path?
When i bust and i blast
Is that consider the map?
Then blood spills
It’s goes drip drip drip
It’s the outcome from my pistol grip
No matter what, i’ll be seeing you again
At the crossroads i be inviting ya in
And you can join me, so you can be my slave
That’s what’s gonna happen ever since we hit the grave
{chorus: mr. silent & mr. criminal}
We some g’s, we some riders
These muthafuckas ain’t tryin’ to touch us
They scared and they petrified
We some hustlers of connivers
Don’t call me criminal for nothing
Cause jacking is like a high
We some soldiers, do or die-ers
We best believe us when we saying
We riding until we die
What the streets created
Criminal and silent
Disrespecting the click
Quickly losing your mind
