On The Real

[Verse 1: Mr. Criminal]
I got them bad thoughts
That travel through the center of my brain
Where I coordinate the sickness
Breeds plots of pure pain
Take a trip with me
In to the depth of a mastermind
Where these bombs get detonated
Like orchestrated homicide
I’m a rider from that Silver Lake District
That I can’t deny
And I represent my soil
Busting slugs in the sky
This track is dedicated to the homies resting in peace
Shit is getting deep
They wanna see Criminal deceased
Where you from can get you killed
So I sport tecs in the streets
Eyes behind my fucking head
I watch for death when it creeps
That’s on the real
They think I’m bullshitting
Straps in living rooms & kitchens
Blue pitbulls sitting
Just waiting to see
While you’re plotting to creep
Couple of [?] mini 14 rounds put you to sleep
Ese you think they call me the assassin for nothing
It’s murder for hire on these fake ass imitators & busters

[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]
It’s what the streets created
Often imitated
But never duplicated
Cali livin’ got us gang affiliated
Don’t try to step to this
If you ain’t stepping your game up
After first & second homie
Drop the shit, you should’ve just gave up
Homie we aiming for the top
We got that one shot kill
Don’t understand why foos wanna test
When they know they not real
Foos they think they knuckleheaded
Just cause they got steel
Muthafuckers get smoked around here
On the real

[Verse 2: Stomper]
Redeem it’s that big bad 7-81
My homies doing time
Ain’t no muthafucking fun
Bitches always snitching
Muthafuckers wanna tell
That’s why I got a gang of homies doing time in jail
Leftline off on parole
He starts a family
They lock him up
The kids miss they fucking daddy
They got Chino, he didn’t do shit
My homie’s doing time for some fucking bullshit
Fuck el chimpy, you’re a snitch foo
You’re own familia calls you bitch foo
I shook your hand out of respect for your primo
But you’s a punk bitch
You let my homie down, you let him fall
I watched you come up in my varrio
Watch you straight ball
Fucking coward, you fucking rat
Fucking leva I’ll peel your fucking cap back
Cause when I see you I smell your fear
I could see it n your eyes
You know death is near
So when I see you, better run for cover
You pussy whipped bitch
You fucking snitch muthafucker

[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]
It’s what the streets created
Often imitated
But never duplicated
Cali livin’ got us gang affiliated
Don’t try to step to this
If you ain’t stepping your game up
After first & second homie
Drop the shit, you should’ve just gave up
Homie we aiming for the top
We got that one shot kill
Don’t understand why foos wanna test
When they know they not real
Foos they think they knuckleheaded
Just cause they got steel
Muthafuckers get smoked around here
On the real

[Verse 3: Mr. Criminal]
Woke up on the wrong side of bed
They say I got a couple of screws loose
Stuffing clips with ammunition
Handling business with the tools that I was given
Do what I gotta do, in life
Homicides and gang fights
Simply not living right
Retaliate on imitators
Trying to duplicate the stilo
Ten balas in the clip of my black desert eagle
And my conscious carries weight
Like trunks full of kilos
I’m a criminal with a passion of living my life illegal

[Verse 4: Stomper]
The streets created and shit
I gotta deal with it
Fucking haters wanna kill me
But I’m still living
In the New Town ese
Yeah I got my own back
Ever since I pack my muthafucking first big strap
And shot my first rat
And got my first tat
One eighty seven on my enemy
Now he’s on his back
And now these juras wanna kill me
Lock me up and shit
One eighty seven on the juras
Line em up and shit
Because a snitch is a rat
And a rat is a bitch
Shoot em all in the face
And dump em in a ditch

[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]
It’s what the streets created
Often imitated
But never duplicated
Cali livin’ got us gang affiliated
Don’t try to step to this
If you ain’t stepping your game up
After first & second homie
Drop the shit, you should’ve just gave up
Homie we aiming for the top
We got that one shot kill
Don’t understand why foos wanna test
When they know they not real
Foos they think they knuckleheaded
Just cause they got steel
Muthafuckers get smoked around here
On the real