That's right, homie,
that's right, that's right
Yeah, yeah, it's Mr. Criminal right here
My homeboy, Mr. Silent
That's right
Hey, homie,
took him through those si lent nights
Then you slipped him into the darkness
Now on this OG shit
You gotta break some gangster shit,
homie
Let's gang bang on these
motherfuckers
We gang bang on this set
And you can't stop it at set
We gang bangin' and get your way
And we're reppin' the south,
that's at home with the best
We gang bang on the south
And you can't stop it, ass
We gang bangin' and get your way
And we're reppin' the south,
that's at home with the best
We gang bang on these muthafuck
in' streets of routine
We causin' ruckus,
it's or dinary, we supreme
We bout to fuck it up, load it up,
pistol packin' bumpity
But representin' Wicked West,
high shit, I throw it up
Now can you understand my lifestyle?
Ding and chow,
roaming through these Cali streets
Death toll, hear the bell
My operation,
you're facing the one across me
Dawg, no hesitation on the trigger
I'm above the law,
I'm just releasing this ghetto goth
Who up on these tracks,
cause I'm a soldier
While I make my money stack
I'm always representing
Tiny Wino's Alley
Boy, you disrespect on my clique
We bout to seek and destroy
I got that formula that's
gonna leave you paralyzed
One wrong move,
and I'll have your ass circumcised
And I ain't talking about
a little snip -snip -cut
I'm talking about your madness,
your mother fuckin'
We Gang Bangin' on this act
And you can't stop it, I said
We Gang Banging to get your way
And we're repping the south
as a home of the best
We Gang Bangin' on this act
And you can't stop it, I said
We Gang Banging to get your way
And we're reppin' the south,
it's the home of the best
We bout to make another move,
I see death around the corner
An d I'm about to night stalk,
cause I'm a warrior
So you better think twice
on who you dissin'
Cause I'm comin' for commission,
gonna meet your mortician
Cause your body's missin',
underground or verse
That's what happens
when you come tres
passin' in my turf
Cause another body gets tallied
when you're rollin' in my alley
Mr. Silent, post it down,
representin' Southern Cali
It's to the fullest,
black gloves with my bands creased
With my white tee pressed
and my lace Nikes
Can't fuck with it,
remainin' old school
Takin' you back to them blocks
where we break them rules
What's up, least?
Oh, Snoopy the homie rascal
Feelin' smoky OG'd up
on that strobe
Whinos, tiny whinos, hokers,
tiny tokers and some dukes
We some motherfuckin'
gang bangin', so
We gang bang on your set
An d you can't stop it at set
We gang bangin' to get you wet
And we're reppin' the South,
that's the home of the fast
We gang bang, you say
And you can't stop it
We gang bangin' to get you wet
And we're reppin' the South,
that's the home of the fast
Now when I make my final move,
it's redemption, deception
I'm ridin' for that comeback,
and I got my in terception
What's up to all them
motherfuckin' hoes
from west to east
Silver Lakers, Cyclone Nettles,
B -Quin Huevos, keep the peace
What's up the quadro flex, S .G .V.
Long mines,
real motherfuckin' soldiers
ready to die for the cause
Got love for my soldiers
ridin' deep and lost,
certified gang members that
you're hatin' the most
But we givin' a fuck,
we bout to load it up in the trunk
With them semi -automatic weapons,
load em' next to the bumps
And we comin' down your block,
scopin' patrol in a mother
fuckin' outlaw
Don't go off it,
gettin' faded with my hip,
not a crystal in my cup
I can pound and pound,
always thinkin' to come up
So when I'm lurking,
and I come to a cease,
I'll be remembered, respected,
and bur ied at G
We gang bangin' on your set,
and you can't stop it at set
We gang bangin' to get you wet,
and we're reppin' the south,
it's the home of the best
We gang bangin' on your set,
and you can't stop it at set
We gang bangin' to get you wet,
and we're reppin' the south,
it's the home of the best
That's right, that's right,
that's homie
I told these motherfuckers, homie
My dawg Silent
Got the game on lock
With that smooth shit
Fix it up with that G shit
What he get?
Motherfuckin' classic, homie
He bringin' that shit, that's it
It's HPG Mr. Silent
Comin' at ya
Mr. Silent 
