LYRICS Mr. Criminal - Tell Me Why

Intro:

Damn

It's Kinda Sad

What Happened To The Game

I Seen Motherfuckers

Go From The Bottom To The Top

Right Back To The Bottom Again

You Know What I Mean?

Man

But It's All Good Though

We Keep Movin

At The Same Time I Seen

Less Petty Ass Hating Motherfuckers

Trying To Take What's Mine

You Mothafucking Caught Like Bitches

I Got Motherfucking Homies

Who Turned Back On Me

Than Turned To Snitches

No Good People Shit Man

Fuck

Verse 1:

Man, It's Been A Long Road

No Wonder

Why My Heart Turned Cold

Haters True Feeling

Came Out & Exposed

Even Close Homies Turned Fake

Oh No

Don't Wanna Believe

What They Telling Me

So, I Drift Away

Disappear Through Clouds Of Smoke

Many Days

Many Nights

Many Clouds I Toke

Hoping That I Wake Up

Hoping This Is A Dream

What The Fuck Is Going On

To People Closest To Me

Haters Still Out Hating

Wishing, Hoping I Bleed

Success In My Mind

All I Do Is Proceed & Stack G's

Turn The Past To Memories

Vatos Can't Understand What

I Shake Em Like Fleas

Only Keep A Solid Few Homies

Closest To Me

A Tough Pill To Swallow

Fuck It

But I'm Hoping They See

I'm Sending Letters & Some Money

To My Solid Ones

If You See In The Streets

Damn Best Believe I Got It

Motherfucker

Chorus:

Tell Me Why

Damn

What's Really Going On

In The World These Days?

I'm Really Trying

To Figure That Out

Tell Me Why

I'm Just Standing

In This Rain

Looking For Some Sunshine

Help Me Please

I Pray To God Every Night

When I Go To Sleep (Damn)

Hoping If I Die

That They Notice Me

Please Forgive My Sins

Take My Soul With You

Lord Tell Me Why

Verse 2:

I Got A Phone Call

From My Homies Lady

Bad News

One Of The Closest Homies

Fucked Up

Broke Some Bad Rules

Would Of Never Seen It Coming

Covered Up In Tattoos

Use To Ride Shotgun With Me

Now His Ass Through

Damn It's Pretty Sad

What Happened

Just A Year Ago Another Homie

Caught A Snitch Jacket

Little Fagget

Threw My Name In The Mix

I Got The Paper Work

And I Read The Fucking Shit

Damn It's Sad

They Dropping Like Fleas

Motherfuckers Turn To Snitches

And They Coping A Plea

I Sit Back

Thinking For A Minute

Stop And Proceed

Ain't No Motherfuckers In The Past

Stopping A "G"

I Get Letters From The Pen

Certain Ones I Open

Certain Ones I Don't

Somethings I Wouldn't Be

And Somethings I Won't

And Put Me Down

For This Fucking Code

Motherfucker Snitched

Stupid Levas Get Stuck

In The Fucking Throat

Chorus:

Tell Me Why

And The Motherfuckers

Used To Ride Next To Me & Shit

Tell Me Why

I Guess It's True What They Say

You Never Know Who The Fuck To Trust

You Know

I Pray To God Every Night

When I Go To Sleep (Damn)

Hoping If I Die

That They Notice Me (Sad)

Please Forgive My Sins

Take My Soul With You (Please Lord)

Lord Tell Me Why

Verse 3:

Now Life Keeps Moving

This World Keeps Spinning

Past Just Fading

Memories Spinnin

Still In The Fast Lane

High Speed Living

Somethings In the Past

Never Be Forgiven

And It's Sad

Certain Homies Still In Prison

Cuz You Motherfuckers

Couldn't Hold Your Lips

Bitches

And Other Motherfuckers Got Caught Up

Cuz Of Bitches

Damn,

Got Caught Up With A Quickness

Sickness Spreads

To Motherfuckers Minds

Damn It's Pretty Sad

Motherfuckers Dropping Dimes

Gotta Cut Em Off

And I Had To Turn My Back

Who Can I Trust?

At This Moment

Feeling Like That

Almost Quit This Rap Game

But I'm Coming Right Back

Haters Feel My Passion

And Motherfuckers Like That

Drop Another Album

Believe I'll Be Right Back

This Criminal Mentality

You Motherfuckers Like That

Chorus:

Tell Me Why

And That's A Motherfucking Promise

I Ain't Gon' Stop This Shit

Tell Me Why

Year After Year

Proceed To Keep Bringing The Heat

You Know

I Pray To God Every Night

When I Go To Sleep

Hoping If I Die

That They Notice Me (HaHa)

Please Forgive My Sins

Take My Soul With You (Damn)

Lord Tell Me Why

Outro:

An That's Just The Question

I Wanna Ask You Lord

I Ain't trying To Question You

And All That

I'm Just Trying To Really Figure It Out

Know What I Mean?

Alot Of Bad Things Have Happened

The Last Couple Of Years

But In Fact

It's Celebration Time

LYRICS Mr. Criminal - Criminal Mentality 2 (Intro)

Verse 1:

I'm On Fire

Like The Tip Of A Blunt

Cashing Checks Like You Do

On The First Of The Month

Sittin Back

Twistin Up A Fat Sack

Of That Bomb Weed

Young Brown And Dangerous

Aggressive & Hungry

Hi Power Is A Motherfucking Army

Salute To The General

The One That's Known As Criminal

Still On The Billboards

Coming With The Sickest Flows

Still Breaking Pounds

On The Motherfucking Digital

They Know The Name

The Heard About Em

Talk About Em

I Bring The Music That

The CD Stores Sold Out Of

They Know The Movement So Bad

They Know the Label

Them Young Hispanics

They Left The West Coast Disabled

It's Hi-Power Till The Day I Die

Fuck A Record Contract

They Said This Shit Was A Way Of Life

And I Ain't Talking About No Papers

I'm Talking About Loyalty Ese

With Middle Fingers To The Haters

Playa Haters & Investigators

Stay The Fuck Up Out Of The Way

Running On That Chevrolet

Believe I Let Them Balas Spray

Hands Up In The Air

Like It was A Robbery

Still Stacking

No Matter The Economy

Verse 2:

We Steady Risen

Still Representin

Toking A Blunt

Before i Finish My Sentence

These Haters Dissed in The Past

But Now They Beg For Forgiveness

Some Of Us Wished They Would Left

They See Us Begging And Wishing

That I Would Spit A Verse On That Shit

Maybe Do A Hook For Em

No Love For These Busters

Criminal Straight Ignores Em

Then I Scape To The Back

With A Blunt Of That Dank

Give A Fuck What You Think

Steady Risen In The Blaze

In This West Coat Latin Rap

Steady Risen Let's Toast

And Bow To The Label

That's Known To Represent Most

Haha Now Take A Look At The Shelves

How Does It Feel?

Then Take A Look At Your Sales

With Your Sorry Ass Music

And Your Sorry Ass Life

In Your Sorry Ass Clothes

Fools Crying On The Mic

Than They Calling On My Cell

Tryin To Cry On My Shoulders

Let It Be Known

You Get No Love From The Soldiers

So Save Your Call Levas

And Save Your Texts

And The Fans Will Figure Shit

So Just Save Your Breath

Come Step

Than You're Playing With Death

I Smash Motherfuckers Ese

So Watch Your Step

Verse 3:

And Any Motherfucking Rider

Roll Over to This Cat

On The Way To Benihanas

With The Rhug & Tec

Growing Up Since A Youngsta

Yeah I Knew Them Vets

And They Schooled Me Right

So I Do My Best

I Gotta Be Honest

I Almost Lost My Motivation

Cause The Game Is Full Of Snakes

And The Shit was Getting Tasteless

But The Weak Fell Off

And The Wackness Was Replaced

With The New Motivation

So I Throw It In They Face

Some New Shit

Only The Strong Survive

I Proved It

And Death Before Dishonor

Came And Left Haters Clueless

Since I Was A Youngsta

I Had Love For This Music

And Now I Thank God

That I Have A Chance To Do This

Travel Around The World

Make Money For My New Shit

Fans Going Crazy

Every Time I Drop A New Hit

Rappers Rap & Talk About Ballin'

But I Do This

Blue & White Diamonds

On My Motherfucking New Shit

Catch Me Drinking Pisto With My Kids

At The Dodger Game

In This Latin Rap Game

Toss Me In The Hall Of Fame

I Got Love For My Homies

No Tolerance For Lames

With A Bad Attitude

Back The Fuck Up

With Your Wack Ass Low Budget Half Ass

Sorry Ass Little Cracker Jack Trash

I Take This Shit To The Bank

With My Stacks

And Tell The World Don't trip

The Assassin Is Back Ese

LYRICS Mr. Criminal - Fully Automatic (Fast Spit)

Intro:

Oh Shit

(What It Says In Reverse):

Fuck You Motherfuckers

This Is Hi Power E-N-T

All The Rest They Gotta Get Killed

In A Motherfucking Heartbeat

Fuck The Motherfucking Bill

Fuck The Subliminal

Fools Haven't Shut Up About Mr Criminal

Haha

1, 2 Criminals Coming

And Repping That Blue

3, 4 I'm Coming

To Settle The Score

5, 6 I'm Coming

And Busting Them Clips

7, 8 Repping Hi Power

Straight From The Gate

Ese Now 9, 10 Shouts

To The Homies In The Pen

11, 12 The Homies

Straight Busted Rebel

Ese Now 13

That Be The Number We Representing

And Putting in Work Clean

Sporting That Blue

And Stacking That Green

For That Southside

The Homies Representing Daily

On The Southside

They Putting In Work

And Busting Like Crazy

For That Southside

Every Day & Every Night

We Ride

We Kicking Up Dust

And Representing It

Rider For Life

Haha

Verse 1:

First Of All

I Be Coming With A Vengeance

No Repent

Motherfuckers Busting On A Witness

Mr Criminal Coming Back With A Sickness

Homicide Division

On The Game I Be Killing

Half Of This Wack Ass Game

I Ain't Feeling

Lake Side Rider

Like Lysto & Villen

Make Em Feel The Pain

Till They Need Penicillin

Criminal On A Mission

Trying To Make A Million

Still Don't Feel Em

Fuck Em Up

Hit Em Up

With A 9mm In My Pocket

Load It Up

Cock It

Aim It & Pop It

Vatos That Talk Shit

Fiend To Get Dropped Quick

Mr Criminal Modern Day Profit

Ballin' Gambling In Vegas

20's & 24's Always By Flossin

Chasing That Paper

Is Making Up Loses

Ese They Never Seen

A Young South Sider

That's Spittin Like This

Rappers Keeping Me Paid

Look At These Diamonds

All Off From My Neck & My Wrist

Vatos That Hate

Gonna Get The Four Fifth

Don't Really Wanna Get

Put In Tha Twist

Motherfuckers Really Gonna Get To The Sun

Then The Sun Up On A Mission

For The Come Up Bitch

Where The Fuck I Stand Right Now

On My Motherfucking 2 Feet

Last Man Standing In The Game

H-P-G E-N- Motherufucking T

Who The Fuck Spitting Like This?

Show Me One Ese?

Haha

I'm Taking Fools Heads Off Homie

Verse 2:

Fully Automatic Causing Static

On You Motherfuckers

With The Flows I Spit

Everybody Knows Mr Criminal

And The Punks That's Watching

Just Talk But They Don't Trip

I Been Down In The Dirt

I Been Down In The Trenches

Been Pulling Them Crosses

Been Hoping Them Fences

I Flipped

And Than Came To My Senses

Started Fucking Shit Up

In This Music Business

World Wide

They Screamin My Name

They Know When The Criminal

Fucking Shit Up

Hi Power E-N-T

We Run With Them Gangstas & Soldiers

No Punks

Homies Just Waiting & Loaded To Dump

Maybe They Pull Up They Shirts

You Get Stuck

Fuck All You Levas

And Fuck All You Chumps

Mad Cuz We Coming Up

I Still Be Spittin That Venom

If They Run Up

Watch A Hollow Point Hit Em

Give A Fuck

Watch How A Criminal Did Em

And Their Careers

Just End All Their Visions

I'm Spitting

Killing You Bitches

10 Years Straight

You Levas Been Full Of That Bullshit

10 Years Full Of Hate

Motherfuckers

LYRICS Mr. Criminal - Criminal Mentality

Intro:

Oh Shit

Shit Sounds Hard As Fuck

Turn It Up In My Headphones Real Quick

Ahh Shit

It's That Type Of Shit

That Makes You Wanna Bring Out The Mutherfucking Sickness

(Laughs)

That Criminal Mentality Part 2 Shit

Verse 1:

First Of All

Most Chicano Rap It Turned To Crap

I Came To Hurt Some Feelings

Yes I Came To Spot Some Facts

What The Fuck Is Going On

In This Game

It's Really Wack

Vatos Fell The Hell Off

And Threw The Train Off The Track

First Of All

Half Of These Levas Thought That They Were Black

Other Mutherfuckers Were Just Image In The Net

The Other Half Of These Levas Really Couldn't Rap

And The Rest Is Just History

That's A Muthafucking Fact

Let Me Take You On A Tour

Of This Game Called Chicano Rap

No Originality

These Youngsters Follow That

Trying To Be Something That They Seen

On The Youtube & TV

To Pick Em Out It's Too Easy

Almost Quit The Game

But Realized The Game Needs Me

It's Sickening

Fools Think They Snoop, Pac & Eazy

I Hit Em All Like Assault & Some Battery

Still Fucking Fools Up With This Criminal Mentality

Chorus:

I Ain't Feeling What I'm Hearing Or I'm Seeing

Honestly

Still Sittin' Back

Steady Puffin On The Bombest Weed

The Game Is Steady Falling Fast

With The Economy

Still Making Money With This Criminal Mentality

And Haters Still Hating These Days

I'm Still Hittin' This Thang

With Semi-Automatic Thangs

I Live How I Want

You Chase What You Wanna Be

Still Making Money With This Criminal Mentality

Verse 2:

I Know I Say A Lot Of Shit That People Feel

But Don't Got The Heart To Speak It

Game Solid So See Me

Dropped My Last Album

It Was Back To The Street Shit

And Fuck Lady Gaga

The Radio Could Keep It

The Radio Could Keep It?

Yeah The Radio Could Keep It

And Honestly

The Rest Of That Garbage They Play Is Weak Shit

I Wouldn't Wanna Be Part Of That Rotation

And For Those Reasons

You Won't Hear Me On Your Stations

But You Might See Me Posted Up

On Vacation

Or Traveling The Nation

Rocking Different Stages

Even Overseas

In Madrid, In Barcelona

Backstage Sipping On Coronas

Marijuana & Them Dollar Bills Is My Aroma

Mr. Criminal Gives A Fuck

I'm Living How I Wanna

Test Me Mutherfuckers

Run Up & You're A Goner

Testing My Persona

Get Smoked With The Chroma

Chorus:

I Ain't Feeling What I'm Hearing Or I'm Seeing

Honestly

Still Sittin' Back

Steady Puffin On The Bombest Weed

The Game Is Steady Falling Fast

With The Economy

Still Making Money With This Criminal Mentality

And Haters Still Hating These Days

I'm Still Hittin' This Thang

With Semi-Automatic Thangs

I Live How I Want

You Chase What You Wanna Be

Still Making Money With This Criminal Mentality

Verse 3:

I Bounce, Rock, Roll, Skate

Straight From The Golden State

And So They Hate

Never Do They Run Up

Naw They Know They Fate

Get Hit With Something Covered Up

Buy A Nickel Plate

Buy A Nickel Plate?

Yeah Buy A Nickel Plate

It Ain't My Fault You Vatos Fell Off

Naw It was Your Fate

I Tried To Tell Em From The Gate

Stay Out The Game

Was More Than 10 Years Ago

But It's Too Late

I Tried To Tell Em

But The Fell & They Burned

It Ain't My Mutherfucking Fault

My Feelings Ain't Concerned

You Levas Hit The Gas

Spread Like Some Germs

And Left As Fast You Can

That's When Reality Burned

Into Your Mutherfucking Mind

Reality Your Fine

This Life

It Ain't About The Glamour, The Glitter & The Shine

Mutherfuckers Chasing What They Can Not Find

It's Dedication, Destiny & Mutherfucking Rhyme

Chorus:

I Ain't Feeling What I'm Hearing Or I'm Seeing

Honestly

Still Sittin' Back

Steady Puffin On The Bombest Weed

The Game Is Steady Falling Fast

With The Economy

Still Making Money With This Criminal Mentality

And Haters Still Hating These Days

I'm Still Hittin' This Thang

With Semi-Automatic Thangs

I Live How I Want

You Chase What You Wanna Be

Still Making Money With This Criminal Mentality