Mr. Criminal - Snapper Diss | Текст песни

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• Mr. Criminal
• Snapper Diss

So snapper you think you got the best of me

I hold the trigger never release until you rest in peace lord

bless me please

As I go against these enemies all these maglock bitches

they could rest in peace starting with max ese you wack

wanna be black you gotta be a bitch clicking up with the

fagget ass cat tie you up like a hostage wrap you up like I

said how does that shoulder feel leva yeah I know about

that into the sick to sick I really should'nt waste my time you

made snapper call up the high power fan line you fuckin'

groupies don't like what I say then fuckin' shoot me livin'

fiction levas this ain't no mothafuckkinn' movie feel the oozy

as I exit Sierra cruisingg Fontana lookinn' for these two

levas with wheels shaped like bananas and when I finally

tell your homie to hide I shoot em back from t, v. to cali's

finest grab the cameras it's a knock out I shoot for the head

put you to bed isnt it sad you gettin' doubt for all that shit

that you said it's snapper's bitch ass used to be from

mexican pussy riders a party not the sur never kicked it

with riders me and my click roll daily dawgg is not hard to

find us in the tour bus bangin' with the jura behindd us

even with the strap in your hand I bet you would never

would that's why the high power campo had to give you the

boot even in monte your not excepted in their barrio; fools

from flores say your nothing but a fuckinn' sorry hoe you

claimm the SGV but in te SGV there's nothing but real

gee's you mothafuckkinn' wanna-be and in the 213

remember that vato's from the line almost shot 'cause you

thought youu was someonne that you not feel the hot rise

fuck maglock I bust shots take a shit on your grave as I

proceed the sur walk ese that's why you got jacked for that

black navigator call mr. criminal bitch ass snapper's death

instigators your a rata probably kick it daily with investigator

leave you when I see you on life support with respirator not

a gee not respected in the industry ever since the day you

got knocked out by mr. dee but nahh you think your hard

cruisin' Whittier Blvd. until the vato's from the fence had to

put your fuckin' car straight barefoot walking with no jersey

on your back; I never knew a real rider that would go out

like that so here's my plot keep your mouth shut don't try to

talk treat you like your dvd's I bust no warning shot's your a

fake that's why your shit sits on the shelf the only foo's that

bump your shit is probably you and yo self you fuckinn' elf

comingg shorter than ten midgits . ain't got no digits with a

clicka full of bitches which is the reason that I'm dissin' yo

ass rollin' through the streets of Los homie you get no

pass and best believe mr. criminal is quick to blast how

did this leva turned into a bitch so fast and this is facts ese

get your baby teeth knocked out criminals mr. heat when

imm high stuck on top now mothafuckas know that i ride

and thats without a doubt ese shut yo mouth before you get

taken out; before I go say goodnight to the bad guy and

don't forget to wear your loc's to cover up that black eye I

gotta end this track because I wanna get high and if your

wondering why criminals dissin' you's a bitch and that's

why (and that's comin' straight from 100% latino right here)

I'm A HIGH POWER MOTHAFUCKKIN' SOLDIER LEVA!
(Snapper)
Pang pang sur up guey
Yeah wy iss... wy is criminal dissin' me guey?
I don't understand geuy y you dissin' me guey?
We usd to be cool guey; I used too do songs with em' guey
He used

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