Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Mr. Criminal. Album song Criminal Mentality 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hi Power
Song language: English
Intro |
I’m on fire |
like the tip of a blunt |
cashing checks like you do |
on the first of the month |
sittin back |
twistin up a fat sack |
of that bomb weed |
young brown and dangerous |
aggressive & hungry |
hi power is a motherfucking army |
salute to the general |
the one that’s known as criminal |
still on the billboards |
coming with the sickest flows |
still breaking pounds |
on the motherfucking digital |
they know the name |
the heard about em |
talk about em |
I bring the music that |
the cd stores sold out of |
they know the movement so bad |
they know the label |
them young hispanics |
they left the west coast disabled |
it’s hi-power till the day i die |
fuck a record contract |
they said this shit was a way of life |
and i ain’t talking about no papers |
I’m talking about loyalty ese |
with middle fingers to the haters |
playa haters & investigators |
stay the fuck up out of the way |
running on that chevrolet |
believe i let them balas spray |
hands up in the air |
like it was a robbery |
still stacking |
no matter the economy |
We steady risen |
still representin |
toking a blunt |
before i finish my sentence |
these haters dissed in the past |
but now they beg for forgiveness |
some of us wished they would left |
they see us begging and wishing |
that i would spit a on that shit |
maybe do a hook for em |
no love for these busters |
criminal straight ignores em |
then i scape to the back |
with a blunt of that dank |
give a fuck what you think |
steady risen in the blaze |
in this west coat latin rap |
steady risen let’s toast |
and bow to the label |
that’s known to represent most |
haha now take a look at the shelves |
how does it feel? |
Then take a look at your sales |
with your sorry ass music |
and your sorry ass life |
in your sorry ass clothes |
fools crying on the mic |
than they calling on my cell |
tryin to cry on my shoulders |
let it be known |
you get no love from the soldiers |
so save your call levas |
and save your texts |
and the fans will figure shit |
so just save your breath |
come step |
than you’re playing with death |
i smash motherfuckers ese |
so watch your step |
And any motherfucking rider |
roll over to this cat |
on the way to benihanas |
with the rhug & tec |
growing up since a youngsta |
yeah i knew them vets |
and they schooled me right |
so I do my best |
I gotta be honest |
I almost lost my motivation |
cause the game is full of snakes |
and the shit was getting tasteless |
but the weak fell off |
and the wackness was replaced |
with the new motivation |
so I throw it in they face |
some new shit |
only the strong survive |
I proved it |
and death before dishonor |
came and left haters clueless |
since i was a youngsta |
I had love for this music |
and now i thank god |
that i have a chance to do this |
travel around the world |
make money for my new shit |
fans going crazy |
every time I drop a new hit |
rappers rap & talk about ballin' |
but i do this |
blue & white diamonds |
on my motherfucking new shit |
catch me drinking pisto with my kids |
at the dodger game |
in this latin rap game |
toss me in the hall of fame |
I got love for my homies |
no tolerance for lames |
with a bad attitude |
back the fuck up |
with your wack ass low budget half ass |
sorry ass little cracker jack trash |
I take this shit to the bank |
with my stacks |
and tell the world don’t trip |
the assassin is back ese |