paroles de chanson It's Over - Mr. Capone-E , Mr. Criminal

Yeah, Mr. Criminal back on the frontline
Staying knee deep in this shit homie
Built for this mothafucking type of shit homie
Could go on all mothafucking day with these fucking levas
This time I ain't even gonna say your mothafucking name
Bet you know who the fuck you are
Fucking sad homie
Keep my name out your mouth you fucking bitch

I'm bout to put the nail in the coffin
Look Mr. Criminal lost it
I'm a soldier built for battle, ain't no getting exhausted
There's a line you shouldn't pass, now these bitches all crossed it
A price to pay when you disrespect, so look what it costing
All this bragging & boasting like bitches started commotions
Wanted me to say they name in desperate need of promotion
I'm doing shows around these 50 states, all across oceans
While these cyber bangers sit at home wishin' & hopin
Like hmm, I wonder if Criminal said my name in a diss track
That might help me to finally get rid of this stack
Of extra CDs that are pressed up, they don't sell
Your clika's full of bitches than you call yourselves a cartel
This Mr. Criminal serving you, Big Lokote will murder you
Mr. Capone-e never dissed you back, my dawg never heard of you
All them lies and spreading rumors saying I'm from Honduras
Why don't you tell my fucking raza about you being a jura
And how you claim 2 counties, how your name is David Downey
Made a mistake, bout to toss you in the lake and leave you drowning
Cause you bitches ain't on my level trying to start some internet pedo
Bout to hit you with these fully augs, send you to the devil
Your career is almost over so you keep to these beats
I'm a rider from these calles so I keep to these streets
We've done shows all up in Texas, got love through out your towns
You've never come to california, guess someone will buck you down
And that's the truth bitch you fucking internet lop
Flooding guess books and forums, tell me when does it stop
Talking all that shit from 3,000 miles away
Come see me face to face homie I ain't hard to find

This sad boy number 2, now it's only you
I got you in the scope, tell me what you wanna do?
Shit I got flows that dispose all those trying to oppose
Wack rats get attacked, in fact put on they back
But still, these fools wanna battle the real
Talking all this murderess talk, but tell me who have you killed?
What balas have you spit?
Whose blood have you spilled?
Your brain on drugs left you fucked up, thinking shit that ain't real
You fools are better off just keeping the myspace
Cause you don't wanna see me reaching for my waist
Your enemies are notorious for banging on the computers
Criminal keeps attacking, ready to put some balas through you
You keeping talking a gang of shit but we don't see nothing
Apparently these motherfuckers living lies
Plus they see the truth is I'm only kicking facts with skill
And all these fucking levas are straight wack foreal
Caught at a red light, now watch your death unfold
Criminal show some real meaning of revenge served cold
Ese before you rap you should learn how to talk
Claiming that you got some homies that'll put me in chalk
All bark and no bite, all talk and no fight
Dissing every other artist when he get on the mic
Done what you've never done, been where you never been
Spend that kind of money in my life, that you'll never spend
And that's jealousy, suitable for some bitches
And if the shoe fits than get yourself a purse and skirt to go with it

There it is right there homie
You heard it from Mr. Criminal
Stay off my nuts
You internet banging ass chump
As far as that other bitch as fool go
He knows who he is
Shooting all these balas at my direction
Missing and shit
Stay off the nuts bitch
I ain't got no lyrics for your ass
When I see you I'ma split your motherfucking face homie
That's a mothafucking promise homie
Ain't no running ain't no hiding
Mr. Criminal's riding
Don't think I didn't hear that lyrical assassin shit homie
Talking about I won't touch you in these streets
You know me bitch
You know what I'm capable of
You know who I ride with
Know what I've done
You know where I been
So what your fucking mouth
Faggot
Mr. Criminal homie and I'm out this bitch