On A Come Up Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Capone-e

HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside gangster 

hitHi-Power Entertainment motherfuckersIf you 

didn't know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith 

that E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So Criminal let 

'em know homes[Criminal]Criminals' 

leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the nine 

I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood 

rushinYou don't wanna be with me, I guaranteePick 

up the microphoneIn a world of my ownRepresent to the 

fullestSouthern Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the 

chrome I'm packin'When I'm drunk and 

I'm stonedMake sure it's fully loaded when 

I'm leavin' my homeNever know where I always be 

trippin'And never will I get caught 

slippin'I'm sippin' on this 

bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I catch you 

out of luckIt's like a motherfuckin' 

lottoLike Desperado, this latino's got a gang of 

stratchLook at me the wrong way and I'll put you on 

your backOn the attack, I don't give a fuck who you 

areI always had a hard time pullin' your body off the 

dockFrom far and near, Criminals' name is all you 

hearThe young Sureo, spittin' deadly rhymes in your 

ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders 

on a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and they 

slippin' if they wanna play youngBang-Bang on you 

hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight creepin' while 

your sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with 

except, waitin' for our late night checksWest coast 

representing piercing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we 

don't stop till we reach this topPuttin' it down, 

open up shop and we never gonna stop leva[Mr. 

Capone-E]Oo wee, it's Capone-E the ESouthside 

bang, fuck all my enemiesSee you can't see me on a 

puck sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do 

damageHooked up with Criminal now songs plain 

simpleSureo love rockin' that little RegalIn a 

Lincoln ContinentalNow were ballin' out of 

controlLittle Simons' up in a BenzoSmokin' 

indoTill the sun rises upThat'll fuck you 

upCause we don't give a fuckFrom the S-G-V to the 

2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?) allySouthern 

CaliHi-Power riders in this tankBangin 

shanksSlappin' fools up in this gangsta 

rapWho's got your backCause your arm was full of 

(?)Mr. Capone-E makes you thinkAnd I'mma drop you 

like a biatch[Chorus][Criminal]Give it 

up the the Sureos till the day that I dieKickin with the 

homeboys and I'm always gettin highDon't ask me 

why, it's just the life that I leadEarn my name for 

robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and fuck your 

bullet-proof vestI come to correct but this ain't no 

motherfuckin testIt's a game called life and 

deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a youngster to a 

motherfuckin VetAnd what's next, your life is took, by 

this young crookI had a ski mask on my face so ain't 

no tellin' how I lookedI shook the scene and got a 

cleanRobbed that motherfucker for his cash and his 

blingWatch it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my 

neckConsequences of a motherfucker that just got 

checkedRespect this tiny rapper from the SouthStaight 

Sureo till I die fuckin' chump, watch your 

mouth[Chorus][Outro: Midnight 

Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker knowWho's 

runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin' Hi-Power 

RidersThey call me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor 

those who don't knowNow you fucking knowBig 

soldados my torpedoesTaking over this shit with 

balasAll across the globeHi-Power 

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