Mr. Capone-e - On a Come Up (feat. Mr Criminal... Hi Power Soldiers) lyrics

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside gangster HitHi-Power Entertainment motherf**kersIf you Didn't know, it's that motherf**kin CaponeWith That E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So Criminal let 'em know homes(Criminal)Criminals' Leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the nine I'm bustinF**k 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 k**er 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 motherf**kin' 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 f**k 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 Ear(Chorus: Mr. Capone-E)We 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, f**k all my enemiesSee you can't see me on a Puck s**er 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 f**k you UpCause we don't give a f**kFrom 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 b*atch(Chorus)(Criminal)Give 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 motherf**kers for their greenIndeed, and f**k your Bullet-proof vestI come to correct but this ain't no Motherf**kin testIt's a game called life and d**hBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a youngster to a Motherf**kin 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 motherf**ker for his cash and his BlingWatch it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my NeckConsequences of a motherf**ker that just got CheckedRespect this tiny rapper from the SouthStaight Sureño till I die f**kin' chump, watch your Mouth(Chorus)(Outro: Midnight Stalker)HAHAHAHA now you motherf**ker knowWho's Runnin' this b*atchMotherf**kin' Hi-Power RidersThey call me motherf**kin Midnight StalkerFor Those who don't knowNow you f**king knowBig Soldados my torpedoesTaking over this sh** with BalasAll across the globeHi-Power EntertainmentNon-stop, click-clock Pop-popHAHAHAHAHAHAHA