When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment... We ride, we ride, we ride [Mr. Criminal:] It's Mr. Criminal
right When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment... We ride, we ride, we ride [Mr. Criminal:] It's Mr. Criminal
's right When we ride let me tell you who I'm rollin' with Rollin' with Hi Power Entertainment... We ride, we ride, we ride [Mr. Criminal:] It's Mr.
, does that make you a politician? Bush robbed all of us, would that make him a criminal? And then he cheated in Florida, would that make him a seminal? I say and I quote, “We
expectin to chart but it's weak but when you speak through the microphone you fail to realize, nope, you're not alone on the earth The light comes forth cause Mr
and we roll wit cold killers/ So you better back up off us 'fore we blast you off us/ And if you think we jokin' you'll be laughin' in a coffin (coffin
pumpin' weed by the mini-market Bring it when you see me park it I think big like Diddy office I fuck a ho with a baseball cap on, like Mr. Marcus Yeah
best, nobody fuckin with us We done turned to a bygone don crew We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou A lifetime criminal, live by a code we call
that war We just got rid of a president that didn't wanna do nothin Sit back and got his dick sucked all day Now we got motherfuckin elected people, in
on our ass (We want answers) For bad manners (And the use of police scanners) So we jottin down their numbers (In our pocket planners) for the day we
die My mama told me When I was to see Just a vicious mutha fucker while these devils left me free I proceed to make them shiver when I deliver Criminal
, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street When
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr
c an k y why ask why Niggas do or die From the eyes Know a who ride Gats we packin em Chips we stackin em Hits we pickin em Bitches we stickin em On
folks My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs Just show a nigga love when I'm rollin' on them dubs Just, give a nigga hugs, we can ride on this
gums bump speakin' on the wrist I drew the diagram how to mash the game Never hesitated when it came to blasting thangs From the knuckle shoes buckle when we
nigga It's the, original thugs, the criminals love us 'Cause we give 'em somethin' to bump, the music is murder Nigga y'all rememba "No Surrender" Then we
the streets we stayin up [Mr. Capone-E] My homies, they're my young thug outlaws Down for whatever when it's on Jermaine makes his call We miss you
