Layzie Bone, Mr. Criminal, Mr. Capone-E - We Ain't Hard to Find lyrics

Yeah l-Burna in the lab
Cookin' up some more of that dope shit
That Hi Power Mo Thug shit
You know what it is

You know what I'm reppin', East 1999
We be Mo Thugs and we ain't hard to find
It's Cleveland love
Unless you cross the line
Don't fuck with you squirrels
Cause it's a waste of time this bottom line
You know what I'm reppin', East 1999
We be Mo Thugs and we ain't hard to find
It's Cleveland love
Unless you cross the line
Don't fuck with you squirrels
Cause it's a waste of time
It's just a waste of time

Bring only the real, and never the fake
It's all about money, so I paper chase
I'm all in the grind, I'm pushin' my line
Like all of the time
And I don't take a break
Since I'm a go-getter
I stay where the ballers at
Ain't nothin' else making no sense cents
Hangin' with nan broke niggas, man
You a fuck around to be the tip
Layzie ain't havin', I rather battle back
Blow big as I roll in my Cadillac
Them 22" went to spinnin'
When it's my only option, as a matter of fact
I crept and I came, ain't no turnin' back
Too deep in the game, don't settle for less
Guess you could say, your boy been blessed
No time for the nigga that's
Full of that stress
Test me if you wanna, dawg
I'm tellin' you that it'll be the wrong move
When the Mo Thug Soldiers run up on you
What the fuck you gon' do
Them niggas gon' bow down
When I go to wildin' out
I'm bringing the raucous
You niggas can't touch us
I come with a thousand styles
We niggas just don't know how
L-Burna be flippin' the flow
I'm flippin' the game
I'm flippin' the script
Well really, I'm flippin' my dough
My money keep coming in stacks
Now watch how it pile on
Y'all niggas keep comin' up short
And my shit is a mile long

You know what
I'm reppin' this Cali southern side
HPG til the day that I die 213, East 99
Ese, so don't fuck with mine
Putting it down when I'm busting these rhymes
Came up short, sellin' nickels and dimes
Flipped it to some legal, dawg
So now, I'm ballin' at the time
Chrome wheels spinnin', live in
Sin and smokin', grinnin'
Walkin', limpin' eses out runnin' that blue
It's true when I'm crippin' not slippin'
I'm reppin' that trece
Puttin' it down, for all of my gente
Criminal with Layzie Bone
With Mr capone-E, que te parese
I'm livin' flawless to lawless
Since the day of my birth
I'm squeezin' my life
For all that it's worth
Before I'm leaving this earth
I've learn that capital lies
See, I built an enterprise
Fools be hittin' to see some Latinos
Comin' up on the rise
For me, I'm not trippin', I'm focused
On stacking these economics travel in USA
Distributin' all this product
And this some uncut
Stompin' you out like UFC
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, connected with HPG
And others perpetrate with me, you see
I'm talkin' fast
You could check the streets about me
Check about my fuckin' pass
You see, your Criminal's true
You see, your Criminal's real
You run up on the Criminal
Watchin' Criminal, bust a steel

From the LA county line, to the East 99
California thugs tug
All up in your ride stuttered gunshots
Bullets gonna fly, do or die, while I plot
Another homocide on the big bad boy side
Eazy E, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls
Hi Power Gangsters, we seen it all
Got it all, behind the all
Fuck around, get around, we above the law
Shit goes down, in the county of Downey
It's bad with a AK-47
Once again, it's on, it's on
Hi Power kills 187
We ride the best from the west
Mister pulling the one homie
On a Notorious vest
Chin check shit went flesh leave a bullet
Motherfucker start getting dope neck
Ha ha, got the evil laugh for a Joker
Smoke you suckers, cause we
Some crazy mother, fuckers
Ridin' and dippin' dippin' and we trippin'
We keep all of our weapon, motherfucker
We the best in bone Thugs
Fuck clubs puff on, that purple kush
Just one look at a groupie, leave 'em shook
Motherfucker, give it up, fuck George Bush
We ridin' dirty, why you stuck
On that hate vibe
Chrome, get it on with Layzie Bone
Motherfuckers all turn to fucking shine