Mr. Criminal Feat. Mr. Silent - G'z and Ridaz | Текст песни

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• Mr. Criminal Feat. Mr. Silent
• G'z and Ridaz

[chorus]
We some g’z and we some ridaz these mother fuckers tryin to touch us they scared and petrified we spme lust less of carnivores they don’t call me criminal for nothin cuz jackin is like a high soldiers do or diers best believe us when we say we ridin till we die criminal with silent disrespecting your click quickly losin your mind

[Verse 1]
who’s dropin those bombs criminal and silent like fire its what the streets created outlaws are ready to ride at all times in danger like stepping on fault lines cali been waitin for a quake im about to drop mine leave em shakin hatin fakin snakes to jump em blue rags and cool tags west side varrio silvelake tiny widal wherever I go and best believe im takin out rivals aimin and ur spinals cuz I don’t give a fuck and I handle my strap wit my hennesy and sack of blunt a quarter sack in my blunt aim 57 and I teach how to stunt with a 12 guage burnt double barrel pump no vest on my chest as I slide through the west till they day they take my breath im a ride to my death its criminology without the widest care HI POWER the click dog I ride with the best

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[verse 2]
now lets get down to business jus hit the fucken scene put another foo on my vicious with the words dat I spit I react with a rage disrespecting with a guage breakin news makin the front page juz speakin the kronic wit Mr. lyrical assassin youngster but a hard put the two of us together were a sick combination alley boy and silverlake I could see ur frustration always drop the heat and trakin on the streets from the west side can u feel me im always speakin from the bottom of my soul till im old like a G lepricohn always lookin for my gold and im never gonna drop till my fucken body drops im a real outlaw not some pussy ass lock represting different hoods but the click is the same so sick in da brain tiny widal is the name

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[Verse 3]
strap ur position tryin to make a split decision should I juz hit up or spray everything in my vision the life im livin is hectic as do or die threat level has risen be ready when to ride genocide and homicide takin over like nationwide so y blame Mr. Criminal for givin it a try haha the worlds corrupted mass murders and dealin wit some shit u cant discuss juz pull ur strap and buzz it what ur gonna do when I walk in ur path when I bust its considered aftermath damn blood spills it goes drip, drip, drip it’s the outcome from my pencil grip no matter wat ill be seein u again at the crossroads ill be inviting u in if u join me youll be my slave that’s whats gonna happen ever since u hit the grave

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