Mr. Criminal - For The Streets lyrics
[Mr. Criminal - For The Streets lyrics]
Bump bump bump when you listen to the sounds
Mr criminal’s coming back around doing
It for the brown
Gotta let ‘em know what’s crackin’
In the 2-Double O-2
I got a plan to make it big
Like I’m suppose to
Can’t nobody hold me down
It’s been waiting to happen
Off probation, out of trouble
Now I’m coming out rapping
Stop ‘em dead in their tracks
If they choose to run up
Could give a damn about opinions
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 berserk
Insert the whole crowd full of adrenaline
Cause you know I’m coming
Doper than ephedrines
Stay G’d up from the top
Bottle to the feet up
And while you’re holding out
I know you gotta blaze that weed up
And pass that bottle over here
While you’re at foo
Criminal’s that youngster with the "fuck
It" type of attitude
Now whose that? The one they call Criminal
Dropping track after track
Pure and original that’s a muthafucking fact
Don’t get me confused with other
Rappers cause they’re wack
2002 and Hi Power is where it’s at
First I hit ‘em 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
Separate the boys from man
Running the with nothing but the
Best in the biz
Ask around our camp is the tightest there is
We got the chronic leaf
Logo straight dropping hit's
Letting everybody know they can’t
Fuck with this, bitch
Now this is for the streets homie
So I gotta lay low before them LA
County sheriffs try to creep on me
Can’t get caught up in the mix
Locked down for five to six
Rather stay out in the streets
And keep on dropping hit's 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 bald headed and tatted
It’s automatic that I show
Love to the streets i seen foos come up and
Others wrapped in sheets
So I gotta thank God for the progress I made
Lyrics written by Criminal with
Production by Fabe
Now I’m paid and I got it made
Drop the shit for the real
Riders on the streets, fuck the lames
Mr criminal’s coming back around doing
It for the brown
Gotta let ‘em know what’s crackin’
In the 2-Double O-2
I got a plan to make it big
Like I’m suppose to
Can’t nobody hold me down
It’s been waiting to happen
Off probation, out of trouble
Now I’m coming out rapping
Stop ‘em dead in their tracks
If they choose to run up
Could give a damn about opinions
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 berserk
Insert the whole crowd full of adrenaline
Cause you know I’m coming
Doper than ephedrines
Stay G’d up from the top
Bottle to the feet up
And while you’re holding out
I know you gotta blaze that weed up
And pass that bottle over here
While you’re at foo
Criminal’s that youngster with the "fuck
It" type of attitude
Now whose that? The one they call Criminal
Dropping track after track
Pure and original that’s a muthafucking fact
Don’t get me confused with other
Rappers cause they’re wack
2002 and Hi Power is where it’s at
First I hit ‘em 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
Separate the boys from man
Running the with nothing but the
Best in the biz
Ask around our camp is the tightest there is
We got the chronic leaf
Logo straight dropping hit's
Letting everybody know they can’t
Fuck with this, bitch
Now this is for the streets homie
So I gotta lay low before them LA
County sheriffs try to creep on me
Can’t get caught up in the mix
Locked down for five to six
Rather stay out in the streets
And keep on dropping hit's 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 bald headed and tatted
It’s automatic that I show
Love to the streets i seen foos come up and
Others wrapped in sheets
So I gotta thank God for the progress I made
Lyrics written by Criminal with
Production by Fabe
Now I’m paid and I got it made
Drop the shit for the real
Riders on the streets, fuck the lames