For the Streets

Bump,bump,bump,bump When you listen to the sounds Mr Criminal is coming back around doing it for the brown Got to let them know what's cracking in the 2002 I got a plan to make it big like I'm Supposed to Can nobody hold me down Its been waiting to happen Off probation out of trouble Now I'm coming out rapping Stop them dead in their tracks If They choose to run up I can give a damn about Appearance I'm just trying to make a buck Fuck luck I put forth a gang of Effort Step back or get hurt when I bust they go buzzerk,insert The whole crowd full of adrenaline Cause you know I'm coming doper Than ephedarine Stay g'd up from the top bottom From the feet up And while you're holding out I know You got to blaze that weed up And pass that bottle over here While you're at it fool Criminal is that youngster with the Type of attitude Now who's that the one they call Criminal Is dropping track after track Pure and original that's a Motherfucking fact Don't get me confused with other Rapper's because they're wack 2002 and hi power is where it's at First I hit them 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 fuck 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 seperate The boys from man Running the land with nothing but The best in the business Ask around,our camp is the tightest There is We got the chronic leaf logo straight dropping hits Letting everybody know you can't Fuck with this Bitch Now this is for the streets homie So I got to lay low before them LA COUNTY Sheriff's try to creep On me Can't get caught up in the mix Locked down from five to six Rather stay out on 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 Ball headed and tatted It's automatic that I show love to The streets I see fools come up and others Wrapped in sheets So I got to thank God for the progress I've made everything's written by Criminal With production for fame Now I'm paid and I got it made Dropping this shit for the real riders On the streets Fuck the lames