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Mr. Criminal & 2Pac - Side 2 Side (D-Ace Remix)

Mixed by: D-Ace Produced by: DJ AK Subscribers get download link 2 my mixes! After u subscribed send me a Personal Message on youtube requesting the DL link and u will get it ASAP Lyrics: Yeah Uh... You Already Know We Keep Coming With That West Coast G- Funk Hahaha (laughing) That's Right , Now uhh Watcha Hearing Right Now Do Not Attempt To Adjust Your Stereo System Don't Even Trip Hahaha,Yeah, That's Right Homie, 2007 Mr. Criminal, Still Hitting'em With that West Coast, Southside, G-Funk, Latino Gangster Shit Hahahahaha, Yeah, Uh...Uh We Keep it Bouncing like Uh, We Break it Down Uh West Coast, Southside [verse 1: 2pac] (Whatchu doin?) Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin' fucked off - liquor Get loaded can't control it Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Thats fo sho black To be a mack and keep your dough fat And tell me what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt And now im in the rap game like the crack game I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Bust, shots at my adversaries Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry Thug for life,high till' I die Shootin crooked ass cops let me fry Do or die to my brothers in the penetentary, raise hell when them niggas mention me (Chorus) Now All My Soldiers Throw Your Hands Up And All My Gangsters hold Your Rags Up And All My Ryders Put Your Straps Up And if Your Bumpin Mr. Criminal Turn The Jam Up Now All My Soldiers Throw Your Hands Up And All My Gangsters hold Your Rags Up And All My Ryders Put Your Straps Up And if Your Bumpin Mr. Criminal Turn The Jam Up Now Just Make the Chevy Bounce From Side 2 Side All My Ladies in The House Move it Side 2 Side Just Make the Chevy Bounce From Side 2 Side All My Ryders in The House wave it Side 2 Side [verse 2: mr. criminal] Allow Me To Take This Second Hit To Reintroduce Myself The One thats Known as Mr. Criminal Keepin it Original and still some want to Duplicate The General Steady Burning Them Like Chemicals Leaving Them Stuck Like Vegetables They Try There's No Identicals I Keep The West Coast On My Mind At All times Smokin On Up The Cali Kind This Life it has Me On The Grind Stacking Big Faces in Briefcases, Ten Rifles Safe Overflowed With Straps you want some drama face it I Swear These Fools Are So Basic A Couple Of Hits Of Criminal's Shit Got You Stuck all up in the matrix I Keep it Sick Like sodomy You want some Drama G Picture Criminal in The Cut Hands Up Like a Robbery I Stay in White Nikes muscle shirts that fit right 501s All Creased Tight Blue Rags On My Left And Right I Guarantee To Give The Gente What They Need Why you Think that When They Need The Crowd rocked ese they call on me (Chorus) [verse 3: tupac] Game? Thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on makin' money, But you stuck on these fake bitches And jealous muthafuckas can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches, pass the pussy free So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me? A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas Jumpin' around at the shows And your the first muthafucka to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun Little trick ass punk Thug muthafuckas don't die we get high and we multiply Muthafuckaa!! Give a holla to my niggas in the Bay I'm livin' in LA still clutchin' on my AK Rest in peace to my nigga Kato Till bury me nigga lay low (Chorus) (talk) Boom! thats it homie, another heatrock served at your motherfucking ass. Honestly I heard this beat, within minutes i ripped this shit to pieces (laughing). Yeah, I hate to sound cocky but all you other motherfuckers are sloppy back up off me ese. Step your motherfucking game up, 2007 belongs us HI power entertainment soldados marching on the frontline where you at homie? Its Crime time aka the lyrical assassin Mr criminal motherfuckers know whats up ese, yeah its ryder muzik ese coming straight through your stereo, bumping all through your fucking varrio yeah i told these motherfuckers they werent ready for this shit turn your system up full blast and put your bass up ese, cuz i break this shit down its ryder muzik homie boom boom, yeah