Mr. Criminal - South Siders of the 213
Yeah, that’s right
Soldiers of the 2-1-3
Sur Side Riders
What’s going on Criminal, Silent
Sup with these maddglock bitches
Fuck them levas
South Siders of the 213
Let ‘em know Criminal
★ Verse 1: Mr. Criminal ★
First of all, ese fuck you and everything you represent
I’m throwing up that Silverlake trece
And I represent that big bad south side
Hi Power familia
Sippin’ on sureño juice
And I’m puffing sativa
And I’m sick in the dome
When I grip on this chrome
Vatos crossing the wrong path
Get your fucking brains blown
With no warning shots
Find these fake rappеrs
And now I’m storming blocks
Up in your house like killer bees
Whеn we ❲?❳ a lot
A level full of fake sureños with no hoods to claim
Vatos ain’t about shit
Never ever gang banged
All you do is claim the fame
But really ain’t about shit
And those two certified levas
Really ain’t too sick
Knuckle busting is nothin’
To get rid of all these peasants
❲?❳ muthafuckas gonna feel Criminals presence
Cause you’re looking at a rider that loves to gang bang
My strap goes *gun shots*
Like yours goes pang pang
★ Chorus ★
You’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
Vatos mad cause they don’t sell
Busting Glocks on these bitches
Hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
Riding on these muthafucken lames
We going all out
You’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
Vatos mad cause they don’t sell
Busting Glocks on these bitches
Hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
Riding on these muthafucken lames
We going all out
★ Verse 2: Mr. Silent ★
Can’t see us once again
Bala dos, round two
Mr. Criminal Silverlakin’ and Alley Boys that be my crew
It’s Mr. Silent muthafucka
You wanna fuck with me
I don’t believe that these muthafuckas want beef
I’m rushing your label
Little bitches that are talking shit
It’s Hi Power 213, the Tiny Winos click
And what’s up with baby?
He can’t fight his own battles
Yeah that bitch who would run to the cops and tell
You’re fucking lame
You’re a fucking coward
You’re a fucking mark
Your torpedo gets smoked on the boulevard
With his homie trying to duplicate
He gets it too
I got the virus known as Silent’s deadly flu
You fucking bitches should’ve known that our shit is lethal
We ain’t a flop like that fucking album called “The Sequel”
213 soldiers, west side
Shit it be the place
Imposters get the flatline heart rate
★ Chorus ★
You’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
Vatos mad cause they don’t sell
Busting Glocks on these bitches
Hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
Riding on these muthafucken lames
We going all out
You’re trying to diss this
213 soldiers we coming to dismiss
Vatos mad cause they don’t sell
Busting Glocks on these bitches
Hit list, get crossed out
213 we flossed out
Riding on these muthafucken lames
We going all out
★ Verse 3: Mr. Criminal ★
Now we rolling in a ragtop
Chevy classic backdrop
❲?❳ same plot
Mutha fuck maddglock
Snapper gets his face rearranged with stainless steel
And them sicc 2 sicc pranksters
Sokas will get their cranium filled
And I ain’t trippin’ on ❲?❳
That a silly tramp a mayatero
Lil trouble will gets fucked
With Christmas tree fileros
Interio I’m packing a metal
This beef will never settle
Til you’re buying ice cubes in hell
Off the devil
★ Verse 4: Mr. Silent ★
This the last time I speak about you fucking lames
You’re not even on our level
You’re at the bottom of a page
I got a army of varrios
That will ride with me
From Los to Arizona to Texas to 213
So what you wanna do, bitch?
Just keep your mouth shut
Before this demon ❲?❳
Not even wanted in your town
So what’s that say about you
The night stalker has a mission to dismantle your crew, bitch
★ Outro ★
Haha, that’s right
Soldiers of the 213
Sur Side Riders
Fuck maddglock
Fuck snapper
Fuck sicc2sicc
Fuck that bitch ass vato bullet
213 bitch
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