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Mr. Criminal
Featuring(s) : Dominator
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Listen up as I tell a little story No bragging all pain All struggle no glory Foos fighting over a thing called respect Brown Pride is what they scream But they hate when they rep Blood shed, tear drops and closed caskets Shaking my head daily tripping off the madness Another family broken hearted Filled with that sadness Another youngster straight dipping with banana clips It's a trip how a kid could switch so quick From getting good grades, smoking chronic at picnics Just a little ghetto boy As he leaves his house He tells his abuelita “Ya me voy” But he won't, just another victim lost from gun smoke Now he's just another name on the wall, no hope Rest in peace to the streets Now a thang of the past Homies blasted his name Rest In Peace under his hood tats Outside they never understood that Now that I have a different mind state I feel how can I give back? These youngsters dying, getting hooked on drugs Even worse than their clients, tell me am I lying? Raised just like them, grew up to be defiant But I see things different now why can't I keep quiet Raised just like them, grew up to be defiant But I see things different now why can't I keep quiet Time to speak up Living that street life, street life, woah (This is that street life) (My life at times in that street life) Living that street life, street life Street life, street life (yeah) Living that street life, street life, woah (This is that street life) (My life at times in that street life) Living that street life, street life Street life, street life (that's right) Now that I made it been hated Some ol' story Foos think I owe ‘em something But they doing nothing for me, why? Because we rep the same side I don't really understand Had to ask the lord why But I stay focused, trying to set a new example Things been getting heavy But these tests in life I know I'll handle different Chapters, different episodes A whole different channel Not thinking I'm better than you I used pack straps in my flannel But I try to make a change Got out of the gang life Just raising my three kids Just doing my thang right Still seeing my enemies creepIng the daylight Stay focused on my paper Just keeping my game tight But now honestly, I feel I have a new vision A whole new mission with this music that I'm giving you Used to feel solid bragging bout the homies sent to prison Now I'm feeling sorry for ‘em Knowing that their kids miss ‘em And they can't provide Can't even be in their lives Nowadays your third strike Got you facing 25 So think about that Cause you can't get your life back Rather give a youngster a job Than a [?] strap and that's the truth Trying to spit this game to the youth Kept it real from the start The difference between me and you A hundred percent uncut Never no substitute All the youngsters trying to make a difference So you I salute, wassup? Living that street life, street life, woah (This is that street life) (My life at times in that street life) Living that street life, street life Street life, street life (yeah) Living that street life, street life, woah (This is that street life) (My life at times in that street life) Living that street life, street life Street life, street life (that's right) My OG hit me up, told me Criminal you got this Let these youngsters know, while these others spitting nonsense Monotonous repetitive, all saying the same thang Yeah I made some money from glorifying gang bang But now I see my son turning sixteen, thangs changing Glad to see my homies out Doing their thang, maintaining I keep the grass cut, gotta watch the snakes Even in your own circle There's bound to be some fakes Betrayed by one of my day ones Trying to see my downfall All because he turned in to a dope fiend I seen his flaws Went from helping him out To rejecting all his calls Even bought diapers for his babies When he was behind But I learned you'll get burned Even by your own family Blood thicker than water huh? That must've passed me Trying to send a message to these kids about reality Evolution of a G, this is a Criminals's diary I spit my heart and soul in these lines Don't like to shed a tear so I let the song cry Ain't trying to be a preacher Just have a strong message You could love it or hate it But you gotta respect it Wished I could take it back to the days Of busting these Smith and Wesson's Was a .357 that sent cats straight to heaven or hell I feel this is the only way to prevail All the radio fans that travel the world [?] Living that street life, street life, woah (This is that street life) (My life at times in that street life) Living that street life, street life Street life, street life (yeah) Living that street life, street life, woah (This is that street life) (My life at times in that street life) Living that street life, street life Street life, street life (that's right) The street life ain't no joke man This dedicated to the youth From your homie Mr. Criminal Evolution of a G It's time for a change Time to come up
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