Mr. Criminal - Invasion lyrics

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Mr. Criminal - Invasion lyrics

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Im Back Homie Wait A Second, I Aint Went No Where Homie I Cant Stay Away From These Motha f***as A New Year, A New Album, I Dont Give A f*** Ese, I Dont stop Can I Talk To you Real Quick, Look, Haha Motha f***ers Arn't Ready For The First Round Knock Out Notorious Infamous Soldiers Ready To Pull The Glock out Watch Out, This Criminal Coming Back No Doubt Still Making Hi Power Moves Whatchu Know About Flipping This Flipping That Making Money Dropping Tracks Flowing Lowriders In The Back, Got The Silver Plack Haha, I Sippin Silver Sack, From The West Side, Where The Homies From The Silver At From The Spot Where The Crops Grow And World Wide Motha f***as Getting Served Like McDonalds An To Be Honest I Aint Feeling One Percent Of The Game Someone Taking Ninety-Nine Of It And You Can Keep The Change So All You Sorry Lames Need To Take A Back Seat While I Sign The Dotted Lines And Get Paid Like An Athlete All You Foo's Are Lukewarm, Mr. Criminals Past Heat Still Running Circles Round You Levas Like A Track Meet Foos Seeing Me Blow Up So They Wanna Blame Us You Could Never Tame Us, Change Us, So Step Your Game Up Just Got Home From Touring Like A Month And A Half So Im Just Counting Cash, Smoking Blunts As I Laugh But Im Addicted, I Aint Taking No Breaks In The Crime Lab Dropping Tracks, Just Got Back To State And Uh Im Feeling Good, The Paper Is Feeling Thick These Lames Dont Want No Drama, Theirs Unity In My Click So If You Want To Come Test, Than Test It But Know I Got Alot To Loose, So I Dont Suggest It You See The Games Falling Off A Little Bit Every Vato With A Tat These Days Thinks He Got A Hit And Every Vato With A Bald Head Got A CD Out If You Vatos Got Some Drama Than Come And See Me Now S*** Ill Take It To The Old Days, Pull The Beanie Out With The Hoodie Trust Me Ese You Dont Wanna see Me Prowl Ill 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 Berretas And Watched By Every Cop Still Smoking And Growing Canabus Keeping My Head Up High One Of The Most Talked About In The Rap Game Check The Numbers Homie They Compare To This Rap Lames Foos Dont Even Have The Capacity To Pack Flame They Need To Give It Up, You Bring Chicano Rap Shame Shame On You Motha f***as Still Dropping That Wack a** s*** I Told These Foos Since Criminal Mentality, Organized Crime Sounds OF Crime, Stay On The Streets Ryder Music, Rise To Power, Only The Strong Survive See You Couldn't Touch My Name, I Guess You'll Never Learn Foos Aint Competing With Foos Like This Ha Yeah Yeah Not To Mention What The Streets Created Hood Affiliated Soldiers Of The 213 South Sides Most Wanted Shhhit Shhhit Shhhit Give It Up Homie

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