I'm on a whole other level
They underestimate it,
sayin' I'll never make it
I pour a toast to the West Coast,
most underrated
When I drop my shit, haters strip,
simply to hate it
But when the sales came,
I wrote some Jane
I had to celebrate
Motherfuckers know who
holds the crown,
they simply can't fade it
All these la bels see the formula
and try to imitate it
But uh, you can try to copy,
but you can't duplicate it
A product of the volume
and what the streets created
Framing this about back in the days
when my spot got raided
Informants gave up my position,
so my freedom was taken
It was then at that moment
I learned the meaning of trust
And how no matter how
much love you give,
it's never enough
That's why I played the
cards I was given
Only kicking with the chosen few
The ones with smiles on their faces
Might be the ones to see you through
So I'll never leave the pack
without the .22 on my lat
And my blackened stainless steel
stashed in my Cadillac
Some wanna see me rise,
most wanna see me fall
Back against the wall with bloody knuckles,
scribbled, I fuck em all
They love to smile and kick dirt
when you on the ground
Wishin' I was livin', don't trip,
it's how it's goin' down
Some wanna see me rise,
most wanna see me fall
Back against the wall
with bloody knuckles,
scribbled, I fuck em all
They wish that I would just
take a break or fly
But I ain't never gonna stop
as I'm takin' it to the top
I'm on some west coast,
southern side
Got high power gangsta shit 2006,
and guess who's back up in the mix
It's that infamous Mr. Criminal
comin' straight for the west
I aim for the chest,
I'm leavin' em' losin' their breath
When that thing's to the rest,
I'm back to my death
And fools need to step their game up a step,
damn
Disrespectin' what I claim,
and get shut down
It's still that capital
H -B -G -C -R -I -M -I
and they yell, yeah that's me
I'm comin' to handle them
fools' bad news
Travels fast, bullets travel faster
White chalk and fuckin' body bags
Focus on this music,
tryin' to stay on the streets
Keep my heat in the battlefield,
I'm playin' for keys
And somehow, someway,
they wanna see me deceased
Bloodline of a soldier,
got the heart of a beast
Tapped lines by my side,
so when that drama increase
I ain't the one that's leggin' all bloody,
stuck under them sheets, yeah
Some wanna see me rise,
most wanna see me fall
Back against the wall with
bloody knuckles,
scribble like, them all
They love to smile and kick dirt
when you on the ground
Wishin' I was slippin', don't trip,
it's how it's goin' down
Some wanna see me rise,
most wanna see me fall
Back against the wall with
bloody knuckles,
scrimmin' like fuck 'em all
They wish that I would just
take a break and fly
But I ain't never gonna stop,
as I'm takin' it to the top
I'm in the all -blue 62 Super
Sport on candy paint
Grippin' up on my stainless,
so brainless
As I hit the dank,
slidin' through the intersection
Three wheelin',
my direction made a right
Turn as I approach Silver Lake
I seen the homies postin' up,
kickin' back
Holdin' their cannons,
ready to shoot a motherfucker
Random right where you're standin'
It was Lee, so spanky, droopy,
all posted with oozes
It's just another summer night,
got hyenas up in jacuzzis
Man, it's goin' down tonight,
just like Sally Sale
Hit up the homies on the next tail,
party at the hotel
But still some haters tryna scope
and I'm like, oh well
First rule of the streets
is commit the crime and don't tell
So shit, homie,
that's exactly what I did
Grab the strap, pop it a clip,
show them exactly how I live
When you fuckin' with Mr. Criminal,
that's exactly what it is
With a beam from the heat,
aim directly at your ribs
Some wanna see me rise,
most wanna see me fall
Back against the wall with
bloody knuckles,
scribble, I fuck em' all
They'd love to smile and kick dirt
when you on the ground
Wishin' I was slippin', don't trip,
it's how it's goin' down
Some wanna see me rise,
most wanna see me fall
Back against the wall with bloody knuckles,
screamin' like, em' all
They wish that I would just
take a break or fly
But I ain't never gon na stop,
as I'm takin' it to the top
Yeah
You know, we had to do it on this
motherfuckin' 2006
High Power En tertainment,
Mr. Criminal
A little word of advice, homie,
all that salt shakin',
all that motherfuckin' hatin',
Internet gossip bangin' on the
motherfuckin' fan line,
Shit don't add up, don't materialize,
We still on top, bitch!
I'm on a whole nother level,
I'm on a whole nother level,
I'm on a whole nother level,
I'm on a whole nother level,
Bye -bye. Bye -bye.
Mr. Criminal 
