Mr. Criminal - Soldiers March lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Microphone Check 1 - 3 Is This Muthaf**er On? Thats Right Turn Me Up Homie About To Spit Some Of This sh** Mr. Criminal 2013, Yeah Haha You Know I Had To Come Back With Some That Last Of A Dying Breed sh** This 2013 & There's A Reason Why I Named This Album Last Of A Dying Breed Check Me Out Homie All These Fake Ass Muthaf**ers Falling Out The Game Left & Right Flopping Still Coming With Wack Ass sh** After All These Years sh** They're Gonna Find Out Ese I'm One Of The Last Of These Muthaf**ers You Feel Me? [Verse 1] First Of All I Got Sk**s So Ain't No Need For All This Name Dropping I'm Representing This Latin Gangster sh** f** Hip Hoppin' I Keep This sh** Poppin' Music Keeps Droppin' Low-Low's Keep Hoppin' Criminal Keeps Flossin' I Stay Faded The Homies Stay Gang Related The Kush Keeps Me Elevated Standing Steady Levitatin' No Separation f** Segregation All My Gente Unite Take Over The Nation Now All My Latinos Let Me See Those Flags Up Mexicanos, Ecuadorianos, Argentinos Thats Us All My Cubanos Todo Mi Boricuas Nueva York To Big Califas All My Gente Keep It G'd Up Thats What The f** We Do On This Side All My Gente Be Keeping It Live Representing Day & Night I Been Doing This sh** 13 Years Straight Ain't No Flip Flopper Hi Power To The Grave In This West Coast Southern Side Carry It All On My Back Since The Days I First Dropped Maniac In Black I Had Other Rappers Watchin' Other Labels Smokin' Wishin' They Could Sign Me Had Those Muthaf**ers Hopeless Cause I'm Rare Human Being Last Of A Dying Breed Solid As They Come While These Other Busters Cry & Bleed Please Lord Forgive Me I Got A Sick Soul Til The Day Forgive Me As Well I Got The Sickest Flow And I'm Not All There Crazy Like A Skitzo Pull It Out Load It co*k Aim Lets Go I Didn't Make The Rules Spensa But Thats How The sh** Goes And Every Flika Dust On Up Ese A Sick Post I Love To Flip O's I Love To Rip Shows I Love The Fan Base Trippin' How The sh** Grows And Thats Factual Other Levas Comical You Slip & Get Tripped On The Little Homies Bombing Em Mr. Criminal's Mobbing Through Stomping In My White Shoes Attitude I'll Never Get Feeling Like It Might Lose f** The World Living This Life Homie By My Rules You Got Murdered Out The Game Call You Ja Rule (Its Murder) I Took The Game By Storm Like A Typhoon No I'm One Of The Very Few Latin Rap's Tycoons And I Ain't Feeling Most This sh** I'm Hearing See This Why I Wrote A Gangsta Beat Right Behind The Stirring Wheel And All The sh** They Play On The Radio Is Sickening And Broke Youtube Rappers Still Doing All Different Things While My Diamonds Glistening Through This Cali Sunshine Getting Paid Flying Overseas Just To Bust Rhymes Then Its Back To The Crime Lab Visions Of The Days That I Was Broke Thankful For What I Have Snoop Turn To Lion And Game's On His TV Show Cryin' sh**, It Used To Be Lowriders Hoppin' And Chronic Smoke Now The Skinny Jean f*ggets Taking Dick Down The Throat And Name Droppers Talking Bout Fools They Never Met Rapping Bout Some Cartel Kingpins You're Faking It And Fools Be Talking sh** Until I Catch Em First Seen Em Backstage In Burque Homie Took His Pistol First Then I Made That Leva Take Off His Shirt Then I Made Em Throw It In The Trash I Know It Hurts To Hear The Truth You Know They Fear The f**ing Ruthless Backstage Denver, Colorado Left Em Toothless If The Shoe Fits Ese Then Wear It Fool Don't Make Mr. Criminal Embarra** You