HAHAHA, lets ride homesAnother Southside gangster   hitHi-Power Entertainment motherfuckersIf you   didn't know, it's that motherfuckin CaponeWith   that E and his homie Criminal from the 2-1-3So Criminal let   'em know homes[Criminal]Criminals'   leavin 'em in concussionWatch out for the nine   I'm bustinFuck a discussion, I bust, leavin your blood   rushinYou don't wanna be with me, I guaranteePick   up the microphoneIn a world of my ownRepresent to the   fullestSouthern Killer Cali I roamWatch out for the   chrome I'm packin'When I'm drunk and   I'm stonedMake sure it's fully loaded when   I'm leavin' my homeNever know where I always be   trippin'And never will I get caught   slippin'I'm sippin' on this   bottleSmashin' on the throttleWhen I catch you   out of luckIt's like a motherfuckin'   lottoLike Desperado, this latino's got a gang of   stratchLook at me the wrong way and I'll put you on   your backOn the attack, I don't give a fuck who you   areI always had a hard time pullin' your body off the   dockFrom far and near, Criminals' name is all you   hearThe young Sureño, spittin' deadly rhymes in your   ear[Chorus: Mr. Capone-E]We some Hi-Power riders   on a mission for a come upVatos trippin' and they   slippin' if they wanna play youngBang-Bang on you   hoes, oh no it's CaponeStraight creepin' while   your sleepin' its the Mr. CriminalLayin' low with   except, waitin' for our late night checksWest coast   representing piercing hallows through your chestPop-Pop we   don't stop till we reach this topPuttin' it down,   open up shop and we never gonna stop leva[Mr.   Capone-E]Oo wee, it's Capone-E the ESouthside   bang, fuck all my enemiesSee you can't see me on a   puck sucker statusHi-Power be the lable and we leave to do   damageHooked up with Criminal now songs plain   simpleSureño love rockin' that little RegalIn a   Lincoln ContinentalNow were ballin' out of   controlLittle Simons' up in a BenzoSmokin'   indoTill the sun rises upThat'll fuck you   upCause we don't give a fuckFrom the S-G-V to the   2-1-3From the Big Valley to (?) allySouthern   CaliHi-Power riders in this tankBangin   shanksSlappin' fools up in this gangsta   rapWho's got your backCause your arm was full of   (?)Mr. Capone-E makes you thinkAnd I'mma drop you   like a biatch[Chorus][Criminal]Give it   up the the Sureños till the day that I dieKickin with the   homeboys and I'm always gettin highDon't ask me   why, it's just the life that I leadEarn my name for   robbing motherfuckers for their greenIndeed, and fuck your   bullet-proof vestI come to correct but this ain't no   motherfuckin testIt's a game called life and   deathBlood, tears, and sweatWent from a youngster to a   motherfuckin VetAnd what's next, your life is took, by   this young crookI had a ski mask on my face so ain't   no tellin' how I lookedI shook the scene and got a   cleanRobbed that motherfucker for his cash and his   blingWatch it gleam on my wrist, watch it gleam on my   neckConsequences of a motherfucker that just got   checkedRespect this tiny rapper from the SouthStaight   Sureño till I die fuckin' chump, watch your   mouth[Chorus][Outro: Midnight   Stalker]HAHAHAHA now you motherfucker knowWho's   runnin' this biatchMotherfuckin' Hi-Power   RidersThey call me motherfuckin Midnight StalkerFor   those who don't knowNow you fucking knowBig   soldados my torpedoesTaking over this shit with   balasAll across the globeHi-Power   EntertainmentNon-stop, click-clock,   pop-popHAHAHAHAHAHAHA