[Intro: Midnight Stalker] 

HAHAHA, lets ride homes 

Another Southside gangster hit 

Hi-Power Entertainment motherf**kers 

If you didn't know, Its that motherf**ker 

Capone with that E and his homie Criminal 

From the 2-1-3 so Criminal let em know homes 



[Criminal] 

Criminals' leavin' em in concousion 

Watch out for the .9 I'm bustin' 

F**k a discussion, I bust 

Leavin' your blood rushin' 

You don't wanna be with me 

I guarantee 

Pick up the microphone 

In a world of my own 

Represent to the fullest 

Southern Killer Cali I roam 

Watch out for the chrome I'm packin' 

When I'm drunk and I'm stoned 

Make sure it's fully loaded when I'm leavin' my home 

Never know where I always be trippin' 

And never will I get caught slippin' 

I'm sippin' on this bottle 

Smashin' on the throttle 

When I catch you out of luck 

It's like a motherf**kin' lotto 

Like Desperato, this Latinos' got a gang of stratch 

Look at me the wrong way and I'll put you on your back 

On the attack, I don't give a f**k who you are 

I always had a hard time pullin' your body off the dock 

From far and near, Criminals' name is all you hear 

The young Sure?o, spittin' deadly rhymes in your ear 



[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E] 

We some Hi-Power riders on a mission for a come up 

Vatos trippin' and they slippin' if they wanna play young 

Bang-Bang on you hoes, oh no it's Capone 

Straight creepin' while your sleepin' its the Mr. Criminal 

Layin' low with except, waitin' for our late night checks 

West coast representing peircing hallows through your chest 

Pop-Pop we don't stop till we reach this top 

Puttin' it down, open up shop and we never gonna stop leva 



[Mr. Capone-E] 

Oo wee, it's Capone-E the that E 

Southside bang, f**k all my enemies 

See you can't see me on a puck sucker status 

Hi-Power be the lable and we leave to do damage 



Hook up with Criminal now songs plain simple 

Sure?o love rockin' that little Regal 

In a Lincoln Continental 

Now were ballin' out of control 

Little Simons' up in a Benzo 

Smokin' indo 

Till the sun rises up 

That'll f**k you up 

And we don't give a f**k 

From the S-G-V to the 2-1-3 

From the Big Valley to (?) ally 

Southern Cali 

Hi-Power riders in this tank 

Bangin shanks 

Slappin' fools up in this gangsta rap 

Who's got your back 

Cause your arm was full of (?) 

Mr. Capone-E makes you think 

And I'mma drop you like a biatch 



[Chorus] 



[Criminal] 

Give it up the the Sure?os till the day that I die 

Chillin' with the home boys and I'm always getting high 

Don't ask me why, Its just the life that I lead 

Earn my name for robbing motherf**kers for their green 

Indeed, and f**k your bullet-proof vest 

I come to correct but this ain't no motherf**kin test 

It's a game called life and death 

Blood, tears, and sweat 

Went from a youngster to a motherf**kin Vet 

And what's next, your life is took, by this young crook 

I had a ski mask on my face so ain't no tellin' how I looked 

I shook the scene and got a clean 

Robbed that motherf**ker for his cash and his bling 

Watch it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my neck 

Consiquinces of a motherf**ker that just got checked 

Respect this tiny rapper from the South 

Staight Sure?o till I die f**kin' chump, watch your mouth 



[Chorus] 



[Outro: Midnight Stalker] 

HAHAHAHA now you motherf**ker know 

Who's runnin' this biatch 

Motherf**kin' Hi-Power Riders 

They calll me motherf**kin' Midnight Stalker 

For those who don't know 

Now you f**king know 

Big soldados my torpedos 

Taking over this shit with balas 

All across the globe 

Hi-Power Entertainment 

Non-stop, click-clock, pop-pop 

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