Mr. Criminal - Soldiers March lyrics

Yeah Microphone Check 1 - 3
Is This Muthafucker On?
Thats Right Turn Me Up Homie
About To Spit Some Of This Shit
Mr criminal 2013, yeah Haha
You Know I Had To Come Back With Some
That Last Of A Dying Breed Shit
This 2013 & There’s A Reason Why I Named
This Album Last Of A Dying Breed
Check Me Out Homie
All These Fake Ass Muthafuckers Falling Out
The Game Left & Right Flopping
Still Coming With Wack Ass Shit
After All These Years
Shit They're Gonna Find Out Ese
I'm One Of The Last Of These Muthafuckers
You Feel Me?

First Of All I Got Skills so Ain't No Need
For All This Name Dropping
I'm Representing This Latin Gangster Shit


Fuck Hip Hoppin' i Keep This Shit Poppin'
Music Keeps Droppin' low-Low's Keep Hoppin'
Criminal Keeps Flossin' i Stay Faded
The Homies Stay Gang Related
The Kush Keeps Me Elevated
Standing Steady Levitatin' no Separation
Fuck Segregation all My Gente Unite
Take Over The Nation now All My Latinos
Let Me See Those Flags Up
Mexicanos, Ecuadorianos, Argentinos Thats Us
All My Cubanos todo Mi Boricuas
Nueva York To Big Califas
All My Gente Keep It G'd Up
Thats What The Fuck We Do on This Side
All My Gente Be Keeping It Live
Representing Day & Night
I Been Doing This Shit 13 Years Straight
Ain't No Flip Flopper hi Power To The Grave
In This West Coast southern Side
Carry It All On My Back
Since The Days I First Dropped
Maniac In Black i Had Other Rappers Watchin'
Other Labels Smokin'
Wishin' They Could Sign Me
Had Those Muthafuckers Hopeless
Cause, I'm Rare Human Being
Last Of A Dying Breed solid As They Come
While These Other Busters Cry & Bleed
Please Lord Forgive Me i Got A Sick Soul
Til The Day Forgive Me As Well
I Got The Sickest Flow and I'm Not All There
Crazy Like A Skitzo pull It Out Load It
Cock Aim Let's Go
I Didn't Make The Rules Spensa
But Thats How The Shit Goes
And Every Flika Dust On Up ese A Sick Post
I Love To Flip O's i Love To Rip Shows
I Love The Fan Base
Trippin' How The Shit Grows
And Thats Factual other Levas Comical
You Slip & Get Tripped On
The Little Homies Bombing Em
Mr criminal's Mobbing Through
Stomping In My White Shoes
Attitude I'll Never
Get Feeling Like It Might Lose
Fuck The World Living This Life
Homie By My Rules
You Got Murdered Out The Game
Call You Ja Rule (Its Murder)
I Took The Game By Storm like A Typhoon
No I'm One Of The Very Few
Latin Rap's Tycoons and I Ain't Feeling Most
This Shit I'm Hearing
See This Why I Wrote A Gangsta Beat
Right Behind The Stirring Wheel
And All The Shit They Play On The Radio
Is Sickening and Broke Youtube Rappers
Still Doing All Different Things
While My Diamonds Glistening
Through This Cali Sunshine
Getting Paid Flying Overseas
Just To Bust Rhymes
Then Its Back To The Crime Lab
Visions Of The Days That I Was Broke
Thankful For What I Have snoop Turn To Lion
And Game's On His TV Show Cryin'
Shit, It Used To Be Lowriders Hoppin'
And Chronic Smoke
Now The Skinny Jean Faggets
Taking Dick Down The Throat
And Name Droppers
Talking Bout Fools They Never Met
Rapping Bout Some Cartel Kingpins
You're Faking It and Fools Be Talking Shit
Until I Catch Em First
Seen Em Backstage In Burque Homie
Took His Pistol First
Then I Made That Leva Take Off His Shirt
Then I Made Em Throw It In The Trash
I Know It Hurts to Hear The Truth
You Know They Fear The Fucking Ruthless
Backstage Denver, Colorado left Em Toothless
If The Shoe Fit's Ese then Wear It Fool
Don't Make Mr criminal embarrass You