Mr. Criminal - Intro Lyrics

I'm on firelike the tip of a bluntcashing checks like you doon the first of the monthsittin backtwistin up a fat sackof that bomb weedyoung brown and dangerousaggressive & hungryhi power is a motherfucking armysalute to the generalthe one that's known as criminalstill on the billboardscoming with the sickest flowsstill breaking poundson the motherfucking digitalthey know the namethe heard about emtalk about emI bring the music thatthe cd stores sold out ofthey know the movement so badthey know the labelthem young hispanicsthey left the west coast disabledit's hi-power till the day i diefuck a record contractthey said this shit was a way of lifeand i ain't talking about no papersI'm talking about loyalty esewith middle fingers to the hatersplaya haters & investigatorsstay the fuck up out of the wayrunning on that chevroletbelieve i let them balas sprayhands up in the airlike it was a robberystill stackingno matter the economyWe steady risenstill representintoking a bluntbefore i finish my sentencethese haters dissed in the pastbut now they beg for forgivenesssome of us wished they would leftthey see us begging and wishingthat i would spit a on that shitmaybe do a hook for emno love for these busterscriminal straight ignores emthen i scape to the backwith a blunt of that dankgive a fuck what you thinksteady risen in the blazein this west coat latin rapsteady risen let's toastand bow to the labelthat's known to represent mosthaha now take a look at the shelveshow does it feel?Then take a look at your saleswith your sorry ass musicand your sorry ass lifein your sorry ass clothesfools crying on the micthan they calling on my celltryin to cry on my shoulderslet it be knownyou get no love from the soldiersso save your call levasand save your textsand the fans will figure shitso just save your breathcome stepthan you're playing with deathi smash motherfuckers eseso watch your stepAnd any motherfucking riderroll over to this caton the way to benihanaswith the rhug & tecgrowing up since a youngstayeah i knew them vetsand they schooled me rightso I do my bestI gotta be honestI almost lost my motivationcause the game is full of snakesand the shit was getting tastelessbut the weak fell offand the wackness was replacedwith the new motivationso I throw it in they facesome new shitonly the strong surviveI proved itand death before dishonorcame and left haters cluelesssince i was a youngstaI had love for this musicand now i thank godthat i have a chance to do thistravel around the worldmake money for my new shitfans going crazyevery time I drop a new hitrappers rap & talk about ballin'but i do thisblue & white diamondson my motherfucking new shitcatch me drinking pisto with my kidsat the dodger gamein this latin rap gametoss me in the hall of fameI got love for my homiesno tolerance for lameswith a bad attitudeback the fuck upwith your wack ass low budget half asssorry ass little cracker jack trashI take this shit to the bankwith my stacksand tell the world don't tripthe assassin is back ese