Yeah, I'm back homie,
but wait a second, I ain't even went that far, I can't stay away
That's when you
motherfuckers
A new year, a new album
Well fuck, I said I don't stop
Can I talk to you real quick?
Motherfuckers ain't ready
for that first round knockout
Notorious infamous soldiers
ready to pull the Glock out
Watch out,
this criminal comin' back no doubt
Still makin' high power moves,
what you know about?
Livin' this, flippin' that,
makin' money, droppin' trash
Rollin' low bodies in the back,
got the silver plaque
Ha ha, I'm sippin' silver sack
From the west side
where the homies from the silvers at
From the spot where the crops grow,
and worldwide
Motherfuckers gettin'
served like McDonald's
And to be honest I ain't feelin'
1 % of the gang
So I'm takin' 99 of
it, you can keep the change
So all these sorry lames
need to take a back seat
While I sign a dotted line,
get paid like an athlete
All these fools are lukewarm,
Mr. Criminal's pasties
Still runnin' circles round you levels
like a track meet
Bulls see we blowin' up
so they wanna blame
You can never tame us, or change us,
or step your game up
Just got home from touring
like a month and a half
So now I'm just counting cash,
smoking blunts as I laugh
But I'm addicted, I ain't taking no breaks
In the crime, like dropping trash,
just got back to stay
And, uh, I'm feeling good,
the paper is feeling thick
These lanes don't want no drama,
there's unity in my flick
So if you wanna come test, then test it
But no, I got a lot to lose,
so I don't suggest it
It seems the game is falling off a little bit
Every rocker with a tat these days
thinks he got it hittin'
Every rocker with a bald head
got a CD out
If you vipers got some drama,
then come and see me now
Shit, I'll take it to the old days,
pull the beanie out
Put the hoodie, trust me,
I said you don't wanna see me frown
I'll leave you wet up,
take your money as I get up
While I leave, throw my set up
as I settle this vendetta
Been known to pack barrettas,
been watched by FBI
Still smokin' and growin' cannabis,
keepin' my head up high
One of the most talked about
in the rap gang
Check the numbers, homie,
then compare it to these rap flags
Fools don't even have
the capacity to pack flags
Need to give it up,
you britches gotta rap shame
Shame on you motherfuckers
Still droppin' that wack -ass shit?
Duh, I told you, fool,
it's criminal mentality
Argonize crime?
Design for crime?
Stay on the street?
Ride the music?
Rise to power?
Only the strong survive?
You could've dealt by day
I guess you'll never learn
Fools ain't competing with
fools like this
Yeah
Not to mention what the
streets created
Hood Affili -gated
Soldiers of the 2 and 3
Southside's most whirly
Shit, shit, give it up homie
Mr. Criminal 
