Califa Thugs - Sureño Thugs lyrics

*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same time *** (CHORUS 1 OFI) Steady steppin like full sureno thug Grey and blue (CHORUS Sancho and Silencer) Califa Thugs (Silencer) Thugged out bald heads We the baddest mothaf**as And we stay ahead Aint nobody never ever gonna take my name Cause if you do then you die, thats the way Enemies will never last put your glocks away Im the baddest muthaf**a from around the way I get a little dizzy when I smoke a J f** a b**h 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 muthaf**a tryin to take me out Makin money everyday day Thats what Im all about Silencer on a mission Ammunition no competition Drop a verse to the song with the gangsta rhymes Muthaf**as talking sh** like every time Pull up 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 f**in b**hes every day at the studio I carry my dagger Somebodys becomin cadaver I got the money to travel Nobodys ready to battle Silencer comin at you Silencer is gonna snatch you and pa** the marijuana let me take another hit Cause here I come to blast you (OFI) Flippin like a mothaf**a puttin it down Blazin like a mothaf**a smokin a pound If only mothaf**as could see me now Laced up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud I see other fools we know That kinda sh** dont make me numb OG from the hood South of Southern Bay click full of playas and thugs You want to rumble with us Life aint nothin but a jungle to us Survival on the streets is a struggle to us Pa** the bud Thats somethin real dont be f**in with us Alot of mothaf**a say my beats are too slow Smoke too much indo, sound like a negro Imma Spit the sh** the best west See fit eat dick yall dont know sh** Watchin me as I make a beat (uhhh) Best leave cause Im off the heat specially with scripts like these Nobodys comin with this much heat Southside for those who dont know South Bay Palm Avenue fa sho SD 1-3 for my Gs on the streets Sureno bangin Thug flippin on the beat Like that dont you kinda sound good Makes you wanna burst homie that would Dont hate go ahead speak on it Bumpin that cut thats me on it (Mr. Sancho) Poppin that timmy Trip with this puto trippin it headin out through the do' Pop Pop to the glock go ahead Watch all of them putos drop to the flo' We headed to the club lookin for some love Cause we smokin the bud above the law Mothaf**a never trip when I rack up the clip Cause Im spittin my lyrics rough and raw Livin in the middle of a sin Mothaf**a never grin When Im comin with the Mack 10 Pop Pop til your body drop homies will never stop bustin on a cup a gin Nobody never wins when youre little rappin Seein how Ive sin could of locked me in the pen Or imagine Im dead cause I took one in the head With the infrared to my forhead now we flead Body now lifeless never felt like this Flash backs of my life Showin how I acted childish (CHORUS 1 AND 2)