The Next Level

[Intro]
Haha yeah, you’re now tuned in
To the muthafucken Rise To Power
It’s that next level shit homie
Turn it up ese, haha
Yeah, the rise to power ese
What’s up?

[Verse 1]
First things first watch Criminal, come and just rip a verse
Everything you copycats try, I did it first
I’m bout the straight dollas and them bundles
Got the ball in my hand and I won’t fumble, won’t crumble
I’m like titanium steel
Hard to penetrate and hard to the touch of my skill
Haha, I just been watching the game
Tripping out how these lops failed
Puffing my J
In the driver side of something sick
Clutching on a forty-fifth
Living like a convict but still on some baller shit
Haha, these fools be rolling buckets hating
While I’m in leather seats
Heated up a chrome navigation, navigating
Through the streets of Cali skating
Banging out these gangsta tracks
For now is my occupation
Hotboxing in the labs before the cops are raiding
I keep the ball rolling like a chrome Dayton

[Interlude]
Haha yeah
That’s right homie
It’s the rise to power
Hi Power
Mr. Criminal, homie, shit
It’s next level shit homie
I’m sick with it

[Verse 2]
I’m sick with it, other lames [?]
Hearing my shit and immediately bit it
I don’t trip cause you sound like shit
And uh, these numbers prove that no one’s convinced
So uh, I keep bouncing to the top of the mountain
Lyrics flowing out of my brain like water from fountains
Stacking feds in large amounts
So now I’m losing my count
Behind a thick cloud of smoke
But still see em fronting
Because I’m clowning
Like my name was Payaso
Forty in a brown paper bag taking a trago
Marijuano, still I ride with them winos
Ese all about survival
Cocking a nine for my rivals
Know how to play
So don’t come and try me ese
Cause it’s only one way like my dog Lil Cuete
And from the youngsters to the vets
This Criminal gets respect
Homies show nothing but love
Cause our side is what I rep

[Interlude]
That’s right homie
I roll through these muthafucken streets everyday
And like my homie Villen said
I don’t see none of these muthafucking haters at the dodger game
I don’t see em at the fucking swapmeet
I don’t see em when I’m cruising down the muthafucking calles
I don’t see em nowhere homie
But fuck these muthafucking lames homie
I don’t trip

[Verse 3]
I’m part of the night breed
These levas don’t like me
These haters despise me
But never will they try me
Unless they 50 deep
And I’m that case I don’t trip
Cause I got 50 in the clip
So there’s one for each
I’m just out here doing my thing, hustling
Making money now, no more struggling
But I’m a grown man
I know that any given second it could all be over
So I’m watching
I ain’t tripping off of what these levas say
If they had a spinal cord
They will say it to my face
But they don’t
Fucking punk, what a disgrace
Talking shit like a bitch
I’ll slap you in the face
It’s no more games on my side
I’m sucka free
My motto in 2008 is, don’t fuck with me
I got riders from prison
They just paroled from the system
I gave nos gauge, ready to spit em

[Outro]
That’s right homie
It’s like that
This just ain’t rap to me homie
Kickback with all that bullshit
All that dissing for fame
I ain’t with that shit homie
I ride, to the next level
Take a shit on on all you tricks
Cause it’s the rise to power
Mr. Criminal
Come on homie
With that petty ass shit
Low budget ass shit
Step your muthafucking game up
Haha yeah, that’s how we roll homie
2008, the rise to power
Shit, thought I was gonna stop?
I keep rising till the muthafucken wheels fall off
That’s real talk homie
What’s up to all the muthafucken soldiers
Shit ain’t over
Haha yeah
Mr. Criminal
Haters come see me in these streets
I’m rolling every muthafucken day
Real talk homie
Shit, I rise to power