Lyrics I Ain't Lying - Mr. Criminal , Stomper

Guess who's back, guess who's back
It's what the streets created homie
Along with the homie Bozo
And Stomper from that Soldier Ink
What's up ese?
Saves que, let's clip up on these muthafucking bitch made levas
Show em what this Hi Power click is all about homie

Straight from the block
The school of hard knocks
I graduated with honors
So many stresses on my mind
So I choke on the marijuana
So I roll in the streets like I'm a dead man walking
Night stalking, I'm a criminal dog
I'm digging them pockets
Repping the S and the L
The one and the three
I'm coming to bang
I'm coming with heat
Fit the description, enemies missing
Can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen
I thought you knew
It's what the streets created
Murder in the first degree
Homie that's premeditated
And I be packing a nine double M
Chrome nickel plated
Doctor said to your family
Sorry sometimes they just don't make it
If you got what I want, I'm taking
Repping my neighborhood
Silver Laking
Catch me in a double S
All smoked out, bang
Thinking that I'm a threat
A brown skin menace to society, not spice 1
But I'm rolling with the strap right beside me
And I'm doing about 90
With these juras right behind me
Mr. Criminal one of the realest
Repping the south
That's how I'm riding G

They either dying or crying
I ain't lying
Slugs starts flying
They trying to take mine
Still here firing these 9's & 4-5's
On the frontline
Where I'm living my lifetime
They either dying or crying
I ain't lying
Slugs starts flying
They trying to take mine
Still here firing these 9's & 4-5's
On the frontline
Where I'm living my lifetime

It's Los Angeles the great
Bust with no debate
Why I hate conversate
With a G about a crate
Celebrate parole day
With blunts and first dates
High stakes shoot craps
On blocks with yellow tape
Never wait for trouble
Frontline on the double
Never humble, can't stumble
.38 make em crumble
Concrete jungle
Chronic weed by the bundle
Aztec blood, Mayan heart when I rumble
This is my struggle, why lie?
It's right here, I wanna die
Momma tried but dodger blue matched with the sky
Lowride with the pistol by my side
Little mama walking by
With the hood on her thigh
Still cry through sunshine
And laugh through dark times
Makaveli in the back
Saying la la-da-da-da
It's real violence that I'm living
I'm still the unforgiving
If I spit muthafucker
That's all that I'm giving

They either dying or crying
I ain't lying
Slugs starts flying
They trying to take mine
Still here firing these 9's & 4-5's
On the frontline
Where I'm living my lifetime
They either dying or crying
I ain't lying
Slugs starts flying
They trying to take mine
Still here firing these 9's & 4-5's
On the frontline
Where I'm living my lifetime

Straight criminal minded soldiers
Living our lives on the crazy side
Homicide and lord forgive me I ain't living right
And late at night me and Crimes
Take another life
I plot and scheme so muthafuckas won't recognize
My styles real, my hearts as cold as this chrome steel
The caps I peel, give me the stripes
Soldier Ink's real
And that's the deal
Bozo tell these levas how you feel
It's 50 cal's & M1's up on the battlefield
Cause ain't no love just hot slugs when the gats bust
And muthafuckas with no heart
They don't want none
It's Big Stomps
Say I'm crazy like a straight nut
I thought I told you muthafuckas I don't give a fuck
It's New Pick 7-6 to the fucking death
You disrespect, get checked, we got them 100 round clips
I got the blood of a soldier in my fucking veins
I watch your homie die slow
So he can feel the pain

They either dying or crying
I ain't lying
Slugs starts flying
They trying to take mine
Still here firing these 9's & 4-5's
On the frontline
Where I'm living my lifetime
They either dying or crying
I ain't lying
Slugs starts flying
They trying to take mine
Still here firing these 9's & 4-5's
On the frontline
Where I'm living my lifetime