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

Mixed by: D-Ace

Produced by: DJ AK

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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