Layzie Bone, Mr. Criminal - Midwest-Westcoast Connection lyrics

Let 'em know where you at homie
(I'm on the Westside for real baby)
Where at? (2-1-3)
That's right homie, what's up Layzie?
(What's happenin baby?)
Ha ha, yeah, we clickin up homie
(let's get this gangsta shit crackin)
Hi Power ese (yeah)
Takin over the motherfuckin game, ha ha
Let's do it homie (yeah)

(From the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California droppin
Nothin but heat
Lowridin and gangbangin cause I'm
Into 'caine slangin
Hi Power Soldiers, on the frontline aimin
(From the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California droppin
Nothin but heat
And once again you know it's on, Mr criminal
Layzie Bone packin straps whenever we roam
Haters leave that shit alone

I'm on a whole 'nother level
We probably care with this gangsta shit
Representin the streets
And every rider I'm bangin with
Mr criminal, Layzie Bone from the Thug
There ain't no claimin it
Haters talkin that madness
I'ma show 'em what I'm aimin with
And fools hate me cause I
Rose from the gutter
And I'm that lad from the southern
Side that flows like no other
Bustas spendin big bucks just
To flop every summer
While we're pullin up in
Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They said those motherfuckers came up
Infested the streets, and sewed the game up
But still, hoes wanna see me
Still see dick with eyes closed
So on the +1st of Tha Month+
I send 'em to +Tha Crossroads+
Will I live or I die tonight? Only God knows
Keepin haters in my sight
Enemies in my scope
From the streets of Cleveland to southern
Cali ride on 100 spokes bar heads
Blue wax and brown skin when
I approach - that's it

From the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
Where the loc's and the
Motherfuckin gangstas be
We be stompin in the South
Mobbin through the East
We givin up love, holla Eazy-E
Straight from the motherfuckin Theive land
Where you can cop you a forty
For a dollar-ninety even
Drink a brew or be a true nut and a alcoholic
You got a problem with the bosses
Then my crew will solve it
Don't try to trip
I got the gauge in the trunk
Double cock that bitch and just dump
Organized crime bring residuals
I'm fuckin with the Criminal, real individual
Westside, let 'em know we strapped
Y'all can't hold us back, we
Too thug for that, nigga
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Lookin for some shit like ours
You can't find it

From the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
From East 1999 out to
These West Coast streets
We some G's, we some riders tonight
We ready to clown
Ready to smash, put it down
Represent for the brown
And uh, it's kinda crazy
Got a call from the homie Layzie
'Bout to show these motherfuckers
How we represent daily
It's a 2-11 homie, that's a jack in progress
And I bang for the South
Still I rep for the West
Who get sunk up in the street
For the heat I possess
And this ain't a game of checkers
Motherfuckers this chess so uh
I think it's time for the game to recognize
Open your eyes motherfuckers, Hi Power
We on the rise like times almost in my face
I'ma rep it when I complete ya on the real
I feel that I'm the West's best kept secret
Cause these fools be claimin they gangstas
But they ain't no motherfuckin G's
They really want some drama
Come to the 2-1-6 and 2-1-3

Yeah, yeah, from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3 homie
Mr criminal, Layzie Bone
Hi Power Soldiers! echoes
Mess with that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Lil' homie ha ha! It's official
Haters keep hatin, Bone Thugs, connect