Sureno Thugs

[Chorus 1: OFI]

Steady steppin like full sureno thug

Grey and blue

[4x]

[Chorus 2: Sancho and Maniac]

Califa Thugs

[4x]

[Silencer]

Thugged out bald head

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

Makin money all 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 to 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

[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 we know

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

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 scripts 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

Makin 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 love

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

[Chorus 1 and 2]