The Beginning

Alright then, that's right
Lighting up a fat one
Getting back with the soldiers of the 213
It's the soldier of the SGV's
Mr. Capone
With the sickest motherfuckers out there on the calles
Trucha

Now the story was told not long ago
A demon spawn had been born in the hospital
Came with short breath then died at birth
Came back five minutes later ready to reclaim my turf
And people wonder why I'm infatuated with the dark side
Shit you would be too if you had closed your eyes and died
But I'm here for a reason and that reason is to ride
And bring chaos and pain to those who cross me and collide
With my bad side, you will feel my fucking wrath
Your house will be all fucking cloudy, have blood in your bath
From your relatives that have passed and gone
Cause I'm a spiritual window, you're at the bottom of a pond
Straight lifeless, you just been scared to death
Cause you're a scary motherfucker with a weak ass set
This the shit I'm bringing to the table, lifestyle as a kid
Mr. Silent talking about the things that I once did

That's right, simon
The soldiers of the 213
On your calles, ese
Silent, Alley Boyz
Ese Criminal, let em know ese

It all started in the city of Whittier on a dark and stormy night
12/4/82 Criminal enters the light
And quickly grows from a kid into a bandit
By his influence around, now he's running with head cannons
Playing stick-up kid, I give a fuck about who you are
Where you're from, who you know, or what the fuck you did bitch
The only thing I ever did was try to get rich
Breaking in pasts, jacking rides, slaying dots and nigs
Whatever it took, quickly molded to a crook
Quick to bust a motherfucker for how they acting and look
Ugh, I bang that Silver Laced winos homie you know it
Molded from an average gangster to a criminalistic poet
Ain't no showing off and flossing your jack
The maniac in black it's true facts
Levas enemigas get taxed
And that's the way I was coming up back on my block
In the Suesodicalifas real school of hard knocks

Watch out, Suesodicalifas
These fucking vatos don't play
Soldiers, don't get caught slipping
Cause these vatos are tripping
Soldiers of the 213

Met up with Mr. Crime shit we cliques from the start
Assassinating and stalking, ripping enemies cliques apart
Now a deadly combination has emerged from the scene
The homie Silent called me up now we're both up in your dreams
Ready to cause fucking terror on the streets bringing pain
In the city of Los it's Westside when we bang
My homies robbing for your good shit I'm taking your soul
Valas through your gall bladder now your body is cold
Always ready to unload, dropping those that disrespect
Busting tecs, cashing checks, smoking them sacks, never stress
Soldiers of the 213 the hardest group on the map
Stepping up in the game, putting these bustaz on their back
Clique, clack, you see me now, I spend my nights in the streets
The soldiers flowing on tracks and Criminal dropping the beat
City of L.A. we take pride, one of a kind
On a mission everyday trying to come up and shine

Simon, that's right ese
Another motherfucking Crime Lab masterpiece
From these dirty ass fucking calles
213 Soldiers, Mr. Criminal and Silent
In the jam
You fucking better run and hide
It's the real motherfucking shit you ever heard
As for me, it's the infamous Mr. Motherfucking Capone
What the fuck you need ese
Tu sabes
Trucha