For the Streets

Bump,bump,bump,bump
 When you listen to the sounds
 Mr Criminal is coming back around doing it for the brown
 Got to let them know what's cracking in the 2002
 I got a plan to make it big like I'm Supposed to
 Can nobody hold me down
 its been waiting to happen
 Off probation out of trouble
 now I'm coming out rapping
 Stop them dead in their tracks
 if They choose to run up
 I can give a damn about Appearance
 I'm just trying to make a buck
 Fuck luck I put forth a gang of Effort
 Step back or get hurt when I bust they go buzzerk,insert
 The whole crowd full of adrenaline
 Cause you know I'm coming doper Than ephedarine
 Stay g'd up from the top bottom From the feet up
 And while you're holding out I know You got to blaze that weed up
 And pass that bottle over here While you're at it fool
 Criminal is that youngster with the Type of attitude
 Now who's that the one they call Criminal
 Is dropping track after track
 Pure and original that's a Motherfucking fact
 Don't get me confused with other Rapper's because they're wack
 2002 and hi power is where it's at
 First I hit them with the maniac in Black
 Now you got Criminal's name all up In your track
 Is it perhaps you like the way I rap
 Or jealous as fuck and talk behind My back
 I really just don't understand
 Like me or not
 It's still turning out like I planned
 Hit the bank almost daily to Deposit a grand
 Now it's time for me to seperate The boys from man
 Running the land with nothing but The best in the business
 Ask around,our camp is the tightest There is
 We got the chronic leaf logo straight dropping hits
 Letting everybody know you can't Fuck with this
 Bitch
 Now this is for the streets homie
 So I got to lay low before them
 LA COUNTY Sheriff's try to creep On me
 Can't get caught up in the mix Locked down from five to six
 Rather stay out on the streets
 And keep on dropping hits
 Like this
 Matter of fact go ahead and hit Front to back rolling to
 This gangster track and roll up a sack while you're at it
 All my homies roll deep creased up Ball headed and tatted
 It's automatic that I show love to The streets
 I see fools come up and others Wrapped in sheets
 So I got to thank God for the progress
 I've made everything's written by Criminal
 With production for fame
 Now I'm paid and I got it made
 Dropping this shit for the real riders On the streets
 Fuck the lames