[Chours 1: OFI] Steady steppin like full sureno thug Gray and blue [6x]
[Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac] Califa Thugs [6x]
[Silencer] Thugged out bald heads We the baddest mothafuckas And we stay ahead Ain't nobody never ever gonna take my name Cause if you do then you die, that's the way Enemies will never last put your glocks away I'm the baddest mothafucka from around the way I get a little dizzy when I smoke a J Fuck a bitch and a hoe like every day The magical thug, Califa Thug Silencer is smokin the bud I put the nine to the eye Just to show there is no love And to any mothafucka tryin to take me out Makin money everyday day That's what I'm all about Silencer on a mission Amunition no competition Drop a verse to the song with a gangsta rhyme Mothafucka talk shit like every time Pull to the side on the gangsta rhymes Time for me to go do a little homicide Enemies are gonna get paralyzed Everyone is gonna be hypnotized Silencer is the one that terrorized When you see come around you better step a side S-A-N-D-I-E-G-O Fuckin bitches every day I’m at the studio I carry my dagger Somebody's becomin a cadver I got the money to travel Nobody's ready to battle Silencer comin at you Silencer's gonna snatch you And pass the marijuana let me take another hit Cause here I come to blast You
[OFI] Flippin like a mothafucka puttin down Blazin like a mothafucka smokin a pound If only mothafuckas could see me now Laced up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud [Califa Thugs] I see other fools mean mugg That kinda shit don't make me none OG from the hood South of Southern Bay cliq for the playas and thugs [Califa Thugs] You want to rumble with us Life ain't nothin but a jungle to us Survival in the streets is a strugle to us Pass the bud That's on the real don't be fuckin with us [Califa Thugs] Alot of mothafucka say my beats are too slow Smoke too much indo, sound like a negro Imma Spit the shit the best west See fit eat dick all don't know shit Watchin me as I make a beat Best leave cause I'm off the heat Espescialy with crips like these Nobody's comin with this much heat Southside for those who don't know South Bay Palm Avenue for sure SD 1-3's for my G's on the streets Sureno Thug flippin on the beat Like that don't you kinda sound good Makes you wanna bounce homie that would Don't hate go ahead speak on it Bumpin that cut that's me on it
[Mr. Sancho] Poppin that timmy Trip with this puto We headin out through the door Pop Pop to the glock Watch all of them putos drop to the floor We headin to the club lookin for some bloods Cause we smokin the bud above the law Mothafucka never trip when I rack up the clip Cause I'm spittin my lyrics rough and raw Livin in the middle of a sin Mothafucka never grin When I'm comin with the mack 10 Praw Praw til your body drop Holes on both sides bustin on a cup a gin Nobody never wins when you're little rappin Seein how I've sin could of locked me in the pen Or imagine I'm dead cause I took one in the head With the infered to my forhead now we flead Bodies now lifeless never felt like this Flash backs of my life Showin how I acted childish
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