Mr. Criminal - El Chapo lyrics
[Mr. Criminal - El Chapo lyrics]
On the rise like el Chapo
These foos can’t see me like el Chapo
From nothing to something like el Chapo
They want me dead or alive like el Chapo
I throw the West Side I’m like al rato
Been wanted since before I hit my teenage
Sharpening my skills ese look at
What the streets made
A criminal at a young age
Because I couldn’t behave
A menace to society, is what my actions relay
Used to be stuck in the hood
Homies free base now I got movie money
Hundreds in the briefcase
Used to be in stolen Honda civics
In the courts when I faced trial
The only time I prayed to the lord
Coupl-couple homies shot in the
Face next to me used to have street envy
Way before I had jewelry
Before I had these albums out
Before I had these movies
Used to hide in my closet in
My dresser tec’s and uzi’s
Excuse me, is your name Roberto Garcia?
That was way before the LA
Fair jumped by maravilla
Way before my first cletcha
Way before my first wila
Way before my first homie lost his vida
On the rise like el Chapo
These foos can’t see me like el Chapo
From nothing to something like el Chapo
They want me dead or alive like el Chapo
I throw the West Side I’m like al rato
For some reason, they wanna stop my cash flow
Been on my humble game
Not trying to be no asshole
I pass those that grab those
Like crabs in a bucket
I remember posted on the block
I would tuck it
And the cops used to hit my pad
Nothing to discuss
I remember sergeant Johnson telling Lopez
Go ahead cuff em i remember them raiding
Hiding stress in the oven
Stashing dope in the ceilings
Even in my moms stuff
And I had nowhere to run
Living all in the streets
The PD had my name on a APB
An all points bulletin
Cause, I grew up as a hooligan
Underestimated
All this banging shit would throw me in
Living life on the run wasn’t no fun
No food no soul with some dope and a gun
Had to stay off the phone
Cause the landline was tapped
No matter where I was, was strapped
On the rise like el Chapo
These foos can’t see me like el Chapo
From nothing to something like el Chapo
They want me dead or alive like el Chapo
I throw the West Side I’m like al rato
These foos can’t see me like el Chapo
From nothing to something like el Chapo
They want me dead or alive like el Chapo
I throw the West Side I’m like al rato
Been wanted since before I hit my teenage
Sharpening my skills ese look at
What the streets made
A criminal at a young age
Because I couldn’t behave
A menace to society, is what my actions relay
Used to be stuck in the hood
Homies free base now I got movie money
Hundreds in the briefcase
Used to be in stolen Honda civics
In the courts when I faced trial
The only time I prayed to the lord
Coupl-couple homies shot in the
Face next to me used to have street envy
Way before I had jewelry
Before I had these albums out
Before I had these movies
Used to hide in my closet in
My dresser tec’s and uzi’s
Excuse me, is your name Roberto Garcia?
That was way before the LA
Fair jumped by maravilla
Way before my first cletcha
Way before my first wila
Way before my first homie lost his vida
On the rise like el Chapo
These foos can’t see me like el Chapo
From nothing to something like el Chapo
They want me dead or alive like el Chapo
I throw the West Side I’m like al rato
For some reason, they wanna stop my cash flow
Been on my humble game
Not trying to be no asshole
I pass those that grab those
Like crabs in a bucket
I remember posted on the block
I would tuck it
And the cops used to hit my pad
Nothing to discuss
I remember sergeant Johnson telling Lopez
Go ahead cuff em i remember them raiding
Hiding stress in the oven
Stashing dope in the ceilings
Even in my moms stuff
And I had nowhere to run
Living all in the streets
The PD had my name on a APB
An all points bulletin
Cause, I grew up as a hooligan
Underestimated
All this banging shit would throw me in
Living life on the run wasn’t no fun
No food no soul with some dope and a gun
Had to stay off the phone
Cause the landline was tapped
No matter where I was, was strapped
On the rise like el Chapo
These foos can’t see me like el Chapo
From nothing to something like el Chapo
They want me dead or alive like el Chapo
I throw the West Side I’m like al rato