In the House

Silencer comin at you

Comin to snatch you mira

My enemies are gonna die

Como un victima de elsida, killa

I stand alone nobody's able to battle

The Silencer with amuniton

Strappin 7 hollows

Southern Cali be the state

No mistake f**k a fake

And I be the one creepin around

Deigo every day

Makin money every day

You better be stayin up out of my way

So keep away

Silencer is here to stay

Comin and gunnin you runnin

I got amunition with no competition

I got my ambitions I go on a mission

I write the versus on the paper

Never ever trust a fake and that's on the real ese

Enemies are gonna die for talkin sh*t ese

Baggy pants creased up

And I kick it with my thugs

If you ain't one of us

Then to you there is no love

Makin the rap

Strappin the gat

Silencer is creepin up out of the sight

With a homicide like that

Ready to take you off the map

[Chorus: Low Profile Artist]

Califa Thugs....

Up in the house ese

Califa Thugs....

Will take your money

And your spouse ese

Califa Thugs....

Are gettin drunk

And smokin an ounce ese

Califa Thugs Thugs

Califa Thugs Thugs

[2x]

[Youngster]

We're the united don't you fight us

Murder more murder, slippin and rippin

Down for the cryptin

Down for the pimpin the b*tches

Hoes love it you know bout to be finished

Now I win it be the ways

Droppin the sh*t with bunch of Dons

I got you to that sh*t that be spittin

Mothaf**kas now it's on

Smokin the sh*t out of the bong bong

Gettin high like Cheech and Chong

It's that vato Lil Youngster

So now I'm gone gone

[Grouch]

Gotta be down with the bang man

Mothaf**kas just can't hang man

While mumblin the same thing

And wonderin if I gang bang

Well homie press your luck

And their gonna see the bullets rang

And the pepas on the chain gang

And the pepas want to know my real name

But to me it's all the same

When I'm puffin on Ms. Mary Jane

Cause she's helpin me to main tain main tain

[Silencer]

I'm comin you runnin

And you hoping

You wanna know some thing

I'm comin in the middle of the city

Be sellin you b*tches be dumb

Ain't nobody ready to battle The Silencer

Continue to go on a mission

And kill me the sons of the b*tches

Burn up their bodies to turn them to ashes

Ashes

[Chorus]

[Mr. Sancho]

I'm out of sight

Despite the color of the night

I'm creepin up on you in alley

With no witnesses in sight, right

Givin me a difficult way of life

Needin a cuete to stay alive

Callin me 24 7

Not Low Pro fans

What are they sellin

Jealousy mixed with Heniseey

That's what haters be

Walkin up to me

Tellin me they love my CD

Gracias por to opinion

supe mi motivasion

escribo otra cancion

por que encontre mi pasion

Hypocrite trying to imidate

But he can not duplicate

So we had to hate

And now we debated

Trucha

Cause this sh*t got personal

Not nessecry to involve my family

I'm so violent and so versatile

Ready for combat

When ever you're ready

Don't get the baja

I'll still slice you like confetti

There's no way to avoid

It's better without being unemployed

Pero yo leta is some thing que no soy

[Chorus]