On a Come Up - Mr. Capone-E, Mr. Criminal

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside gangster

HitHi-Power Entertainment motherfuckersIf you

Didn’t know, it’s that motherfuckin CaponeWith

That E and his homie Criminal from the 2−1-3So Criminal let

'em know homesCriminals'

Leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the nine

I’m bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood

RushinYou don’t wanna be with me, I guaranteePick

Up the microphoneIn a world of my ownRepresent to the

FullestSouthern Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the

Chrome I’m packin’When I’m drunk and

I’m stonedMake sure it’s fully loaded when

I’m leavin' my homeNever know where I always be

Trippin’And never will I get caught

Slippin’I’m sippin' on this

BottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I catch you

Out of luckIt’s like a motherfuckin'

LottoLike Desperado, this latino’s got a gang of

StratchLook at me the wrong way and I’ll put you on

Your backOn the attack, I don’t give a fuck who you

AreI always had a hard time pullin' your body off the

DockFrom far and near, Criminals' name is all you

HearThe young Sureño, spittin' deadly rhymes in your

EarWe some Hi-Power riders

On a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and they

Slippin' if they wanna play youngBang-Bang on you

Hoes, oh no it’s CaponeStraight creepin' while

Your sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with

Except, waitin' for our late night checksWest coast

Representing piercing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we

Don’t stop till we reach this topPuttin' it down

Open up shop and we never gonna stop leva[Mr

Capone-E]Oo wee, it’s Capone-E the ESouthside

Bang, fuck all my enemiesSee you can’t see me on a

Puck sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do

DamageHooked up with Criminal now songs plain

SimpleSureño love rockin' that little RegalIn a

Lincoln ContinentalNow were ballin' out of

ControlLittle Simons' up in a BenzoSmokin'

IndoTill the sun rises upThat’ll fuck you

UpCause we don’t give a fuckFrom the S-G-V to the

2−1-3From the Big Valley to (?) allySouthern

CaliHi-Power riders in this tankBangin

ShanksSlappin' fools up in this gangsta

RapWho’s got your backCause your arm was full of

(?)Mr.

Capone-E makes you thinkAnd I’mma drop you

Like a biatchGive it

Up the the Sureños till the day that I dieKickin with the

Homeboys and I’m always gettin highDon’t ask me

Why, it’s just the life that I leadEarn my name for

Robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and fuck your

Bullet-proof vestI come to correct but this ain’t no

Motherfuckin testIt’s a game called life and

DeathBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a youngster to a

Motherfuckin VetAnd what’s next, your life is took, by

This young crookI had a ski mask on my face so ain’t

No tellin' how I lookedI shook the scene and got a

CleanRobbed that motherfucker for his cash and his

BlingWatch it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my

NeckConsequences of a motherfucker that just got

CheckedRespect this tiny rapper from the SouthStaight

Sureño till I die fuckin' chump, watch your

Mouth[Outro: Midnight

Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker knowWho’s

Runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin' Hi-Power

RidersThey call me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor

Those who don’t knowNow you fucking knowBig

Soldados my torpedoesTaking over this shit with

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