For The Streets (Explicit) - Mr. Criminal

Bump bump bump when you listen to the sounds

Mr Criminal's coming back around doing it for the brown

Gotta let 'em know what's crackin' in the 2-Double O-2

I got a plan to make it big like I'm suppose to

Can't nobody hold me down

It's been waiting to happen

Off probation out of trouble

Now I'm coming out rapping

Stop 'em dead in their tracks

If they choose to run up

Could give a d**n about opinions

I'm just trying to make a buck f**k luck

I put forth a gang of effort

Step back or get hurt

When I bust they go berserk

Insert the whole crowd full of adrenaline

'Cause you know I'm coming doper than ephedrines

Stay G'd up from the top bottle to the feet up

And while you're holding out

I know you gotta blaze that w**d up

And pass that bottle over here while you're at foo

Criminal's that youngster with the f**k it type of attitude

Now whose that

The one they call Criminal dropping track after track

Pure and original that's a muthaf**king fact

Don't get me confused with other rappers 'cause they're wack

2002 and hi power is where it's at

First I hit 'em with the maniac in black

Now you got Criminal's name all up in your track

Is it perhaps you like the way I rap

Or jealous as f**k and talk behind my back

I really just don't understand

Like me or not it's still turning out like I planned

Hit the bank almost daily to deposit a grand

Now it's time for me to separate the boys from man

Running the with nothing but the best in the biz

Ask around our camp is the tightest there is

We got the chronic leaf logo straight dropping hits

Letting everybody know they can't f**k with this b***h

Now this is for the streets homie

So I gotta lay low before them LA

County sheriffs try to creep on me

Can't get caught up in the mix

Locked down for five to six

Rather stay out in the streets

And keep on dropping hits like this

Matter of fact go ahead and hit front to back

Rolling to this gangster track

And roll up a sack while you're at it

All my homies roll deep creased up bald headed and tatted

It's automatic that I show love to the streets

I seen foos come up and others wrapped in sheets

So I gotta thank God for the progress I made

Lyrics written by Criminal with production by Fabe

Now I'm paid and I got it made

Drop the s**t for the real riders

On the streets f**k th