six -eyed sages
and we runnin' the streets
Fuck around little homie
if we pull that heat
One shot, one kill,
leg of the bus is on the ground
Little stick of criminal,
how you hangin' like a flag
That sick -ass G -Life that we live
Got four new kids
that surround the crib
Heavy ammunition, ready to smash
The competition I blast
The opposition make cash, my only mission
Put your ear up to the speaker
Listen up, guess who's back
It's what the streets created
Me, we're a little sick on the track
I'm coming up sick, that's a fact
Trying to triple my stack
Put my Raso on the map
Coming up sick with these tracks
I'm known throughout the neighborhood
To have the stickiest act
The little homies on my side
Ain't really paying you with stress
So if you want what I got
Come and take it if you need it
Don't be surprised,
open your eyes
Now you're shot, drop the beat
Cause we don't play on this side
Vatos really want some ghetto homie?
Shit, we can let them kids slide
I'm comin' to bustin'
these hollows
in your direction
I'm spittin' my ammunition,
that bitch is workin' perfection
Vatos, act hard, talk loud,
wanna be disrespected
One shot, let this car stop, the intersection
So think twice before you run up to this
It's Mr. Criminal kickin' up dust
with my dark little sick wrist
We're six -eyed sages
and we runnin' the streets
Fuck around, little homie,
if we pull that heat
One shot, one kill,
leg of the bus is on the ground
Little sick and criminal,
how you hangin' like a snake?
It's that sick -ass street
life that we live
Got four new kids
that surround the crib
Heavy ammunition ready
to smash the competition
I blast the opposition,
make cash my only mission
Six -eyed by the end,
straight runnin' low
Little sick of criminals,
so don't you get close
Put that knife on my pants
and your ass gon' dance
Hit you with a bop gun,
you won't stand a chance
Fools raised on the streets,
well the strong survive
Southside California, best be ready to ride
On my sick caterpillars
and ballin' drug dealers
Hundred fifty murders a day,
that's on the real
Up in LA County, shit ain't no joke
Turn down the round clock,
you're bound to get swung
So if you can't take the heat,
get the fuck out the kitchen
Fuck around, lil' bitch,
guarantee you come a missin'
Cause it ain't no joke,
gotta earn this right
Purple heart,
once I took my fuckin' third life
Twelve -year -old homies on death blow
Out here on these skies,
that's just how it goes
We some six -sign soldiers
and we runnin' the streets
Fuck around, lil' homie,
if we pull that heat
One shot, one kill,
leg of the bus is on the ground
Little stick of criminal,
how you hangin' like a smash?
It's that sick -ass D -Life that we live
Got four new kids
that surround the crib
Heavy ammunition,
ready to smash the competition
I blast the opposition,
make cash, my only mission
So if you know what it's about,
don't run your lip
The only reason that you're mad
is cause we sunk your shit
Talk shit, that's just the
way dramas start
It's a two -second spoof,
breaking underground charts
So if you wan na step up,
get your cranium cracked
Mr. Criminal, show these fuck
in' little lavis where it's at
So if you wanna step up,
get your cranium cracked
Mr. Criminal,
show these fuckin' little
lavis where it's at
And I'm comin' up from the back,
comin' up, pluggin' up with the strap
Put the beam on his face,
put his brains on his neck
Ain't no pity in my city,
for real, it's kinda shady
Livin' a life that's fuckin' crazy,
packin' a strap on the daddy
Got a 9 -22, a .45, a .380,
untraceable 12 -gauge
So there's no investigating,
my mentality's sick
Shit, I practice what I preach,
keep on duckin' from the law
And try to stay up on the streets
We some six -eyed soldiers
and we runnin' the streets
Fuck around, little homie,
and we pull that heat
One shot, one kill,
leg of the bus is on the ground
Little stick of criminal,
how you hangin' like a smash?
That sick -ass G -Life that we live in
Fly four lupins that surround the crib
Heavy ammunition ready
to smash the competition
I blast the opposition, make cash,
my only mission
That's right
Off with the streets,
create a part two
Mr. Criminal
Little sick
And we gone
Mr. Criminal 
