Guess who's back,
guess who's back
It's what the streets created
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homie
Along with the homie Bozo
It's stomping from that soldier ring
What's up after, what's up after?
Sorry I'm scared
Let's clip up on these
motherfucking bitch made leather
Show them what this high power
clique is all about
I'm a fuckin' bitch
Straight from the Blossom School
of Hard Knocks
I graduated with diners
So many stresses on my mind
So I'm chokin' on marijuana
So I'm roamin' the streets
like I'm a dead man
Walkin' nice, stalkin' I'm a criminal, dawg,
I'm diggin' in pockets
Revvin' the S in the L, the 1 to the 3
I'm comin' to bang,
I'm comin' with heat
Feel the discretion,
enemies missin'
Catchin' the heat, get out the kitchen
I thought you knew
what's what the streets
created
Murderin' the first degree,
homie, that's premeditated
And I be packin' a 9, double A,
chrome nickel plated
Doctors tell you you're barely
sorry
Sometimes, they just don't make it
If you got what I want, I'll take it
Revvin' my neighborhood silver like it
Catch me in a double act
I'm smoked out,
pancakin' and I'm a threat
A brown skid, menace to society
Not Spice One,
but I'm rollin' with the strat
Right beside me and I'm doin'
about 90
With these hoodos right behind me
Mr. Criminal under the rivers
Revvin' the south,
that's how I'm ridin'
They either dy in' or cryin',
I ain't lyin'
Slushed stars fly,
they tryin' to take mine
Still here findin' these
nines and four fives
On the front line while I'm
livin' my lifetime
They either dy in' or cryin',
I ain't lyin'
Slug stars flyin', they tryin' to take mine
Still here findin' these
nines and four -fives
On the front line where
I'm livin' my lifetime
H .R. Sanchez the great,
bust with no debate
Why I hate,
conversate with a G about a crate
Celebrate parole dates
with blunts and first dates
High stakes,
shoot craps on blocks with yellow tape
Never wait for trouble,
front line on the double
Never humble, can't stumble,
38 make a combo
Cockrey jungle,
chronic weed by the bundle
Ask that blood,
mind, and heart when I rumble
This is my struggle, I lie and try,
here I wanna die
Mama tried but I don't do
a match with the sky
Low ride with a pistol by my side
Little mama walking by
with the hood on her thigh
Still cry through sunshine
and laugh through dark times
Machiavelli in the back
saying la -da -da -da
It's real violence that I'm living,
I'm still the unforgiving
Five -spit motherfucker,
that's all that I'm get ting
They either dy ing or crying,
I ain't lying
Sun starts flying,
they're trying to take mine
Still here find these nines and four fives
On the front line where I'm living
my lifetime
Pay ain't a dime, no crying, I ain't lying
Slug stars flying,
they're trying to take mine
Still here find these nines and four fives
On the front line where I'm living
my lifetime
Straight criminal minded soldiers
living our lives on the crazy side
Homicide, they love to get me,
I ain't living right
And late at night,
me and crime taking up the life
I plottin' schemes
so motherfuckers won't recognize
My style's grim,
my heart says cold,
that's just chrome steel
The caps I feel, give me the stripes,
Soulja Inc's real
And that's the deal, Bozo,
tell these Levites how you feel
It's 50 cows and M1's
up on the battlefield
This ain't no love,
just hot slugs when the gats bust
And motherfuckers with no heart,
they don't want none
It's big style,
say I'm crazy like a straight nut
I thought I told you motherfuckers,
I don't give a fuck
It's new picks, 7 -6 to the fuckin' deck
Just disrespect, get checked,
we got them all around clips
I got the blood of a
Soulja in my fuckin' vein
I watch a homie die slow
so he can feel the
They either die or cry, and I ain't lyin'
Slut stars fly, they tryna take mine
Still here find these nines and four fives
On the front line
while I'm livin' my lifetime
They either die or cry, and I ain't lyin'
Slut stars fly, they tryna take mine
Still here find these nines and four fives
On the front line
while I'm livin' my lifetime
you
Mr. Criminal 
