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mr criminal - snapper diss lyrics

so snapper you think you got the best from me
i hope the trigger never releases until you rest in peace or bless me please
as i go against these enemies all these maglock b-tches tat could rest in peace starting with max ese yo wack wanna be pack you gotta be a b-tch clicking up with the f-gget -ss trap tie you up like a hostage wrap you up like i said how does that shoulder feel leva yeah i know about that into the 626 i really should’ntwaste my time you made snapper call up the high power fan line you f-ckin’ groupies don’t like what i say then f-ckin’ shoot me livin’ fiction levas this ain’t no mothaf-ckkinn’ movie feel the oozy as i exit sierra cruisingg fontana lookinn’ for these two levas with wheels shaped like bananas and when i finally tell your homie to hide i shoot em back from t, v. to cali’s finest grab the cameras it’s a knock out i shoot for the head put you to bed isnt it sad you gettin’ doubt for the sh-t that you said it’s snapper’s b-tch -ss used to be from mexican p-ssy riders a party not the sur never kicked it with riders me and my click roll daily dawgg is not hard to find us in the tour bus bangin’ with the jura behindd us even with the strap in your hand i bet you would never would that’s wy the high power campo had to give you the boot even in monte your not excepted in their barrio; monte flores say your nothing but a f-ckinn’ sorry hoe you claimm the sgv but in te sgv there’s nothing but real gee’s you mothaf-ckkinn’ wanna-be and in the 213 remember that vato’s from the line almost shot ’cause you thought youu was someonne that you not feel the hot rise f-ck maglock i bust shots take a sh-t on your grave as i proceed the sur watch ese that’s wy you got jacked for that black navigator call mr. criminal b-tch -ss snapper’s death instigators your a rata probably kick it daily with investigator even when i see you all i support are respirator not a gee not respected in the industry ever since the day you got knocked out by mr. dee but nahh you think your hide cruisin’ whittier blvd. until the vato’s from the fence had to put your f-ckin’ car straight barefoot walking with no jersey on your back; i never knew a real rider that would go out like that so here’s my plot keep your mouth shut don’t try to talk treat you like your dvd’s i bust no born shot’s your a fake that’s wy our sh-t sits on the shelf the only foo’s that b-mp your sh-t is probably you and yo self you f-ckinn’ elf comingg shorter than ten midgits that ain’t got no digits with a clicka full of b-tches which is the reason that i’m dissin’ yo -ss rollin’ through the streets of los homie you get no p-ss and best believe mr. criminal is quick to blast how did this leva turned into a b-tch so fast and this is facts ese get your baby teeth knocked out criminals mr. heat when imm high stuck on top now mothaf-ckas know that my ridinn’ is without a doubt ese shut yo mouth before you get taken out; before i go say goodnight to the bad guy and don’t forget to wear your loc’s and cover up that black eye i gotta end this rap because i wanna get high and if your wondering wy criminals dissin’ you’s a b-tch and that’s wy (and that’s comin’ straight from 100% latino right here) i’m a high power mothaf-ckkin’ soldier leva!
(snapper)
pang pang sur up guey
yeah wy iss… wy is criminal dissin’ me guey?
i don’t understand geuy y you dissin’ me guey?
we usd to be cool guey; i used too do songs with em’ guey
he used to call me and i used to call em guey we used to kick it guey
i don’t know wy he did this guey pang pang sur up
(criminal)
shut the f-ck up youu little piece of sh-t and put the strap in your mouth
(cop gun) little f-ckinn’ f-gget

homie i slapped the sh-t outta snapper homie (and this is what they think about you) monte flores homie we keep it gangstuh homie you know how we do it there ain’t no snapper from flores ever homie “you vatos like em? ” na never homie we keep it gangstuh homie from the homie f homie keep it famous homie monte flores homie you know how we do it. “so snapper… snapper” snapper’s a piece u sh-t thatts what snapper is “oh is that right? he sad he a gangster he dresses like a gangstuh nah? “homie ain’t no gangstuh dawgg i slapped the sh-t outtaa homeboy dawg in san diego ese he remembers me he know who the f-ck i am monte flores homie

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