paroles de chanson For The Streets - Mr. Criminal

Bump,bump,bump,bump
When you listen to the sounds
Mr Criminal is coming back around doing it for the brown
Got to let them know what's cracking in the 2002
I got a plan to make it big like I'm Supposed to
Can nobody hold me down
Its been waiting to happen
Off probation out of trouble
Now I'm coming out rapping
Stop them dead in their tracks
If They choose to run up
I can give a damn about Appearance
I'm just trying to make a buck
Fuck luck I put forth a gang of Effort
Step back or get hurt when I bust they go buzzerk,insert
The whole crowd full of adrenaline
Cause you know I'm coming doper Than ephedarine
Stay g'd up from the top bottom From the feet up
And while you're holding out I know You got to blaze that weed up
And pass that bottle over here While you're at it fool
Criminal is that youngster with the Type of attitude

Now who's that the one they call Criminal
Is dropping track after track
Pure and original that's a Motherfucking fact
Don't get me confused with other Rapper's because they're wack
2002 and hi power is where it's at
First I hit them with the maniac in Black
Now you got Criminal's name all up In your track
Is it perhaps you like the way I rap
Or jealous as fuck and talk behind My back
I really just don't understand
Like me or not
It's still turning out like I planned
Hit the bank almost daily to Deposit a grand
Now it's time for me to seperate The boys from man
Running the land with nothing but The best in the business
Ask around,our camp is the tightest There is
We got the chronic leaf logo straight dropping hits
Letting everybody know you can't Fuck with this
Bitch

Now this is for the streets homie
So I got to lay low before them
LA COUNTY Sheriff's try to creep On me
Can't get caught up in the mix Locked down from five to six
Rather stay out on the streets
And keep on dropping hits
Like this
Matter of fact go ahead and hit Front to back rolling to
This gangster track and roll up a sack while you're at it
All my homies roll deep creased up Ball headed and tatted
It's automatic that I show love to The streets
I see fools come up and others Wrapped in sheets
So I got to thank God for the progress
I've made everything's written by Criminal
With production for fame
Now I'm paid and I got it made
Dropping this shit for the real riders On the streets

Fuck the lames