Mr. Sancho - Sureno Thugs lyrics

*** Chorus 1 and 2 said same time *** [Chours 1: OFI] Steady steppin like full sureno thug Grey and blue [6x] [Chours 2: sancho and Manic] Califa Thugs [6x] [Silencer] Thugged out bald head We the baddest motherf**ers And we stay ahead Ain't nobody never ever gonna take my name Cause if you then you die, thats the way Enemies will never last put your Glocks a way I'm 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 smoking the bud I put the nine to the eye Just to show there is no love And to any mothef**a trying to take me out Makin money every day Thats what I'm all about Silencer on a mission Amunition no compettion Drop a verseto the song with a gangsta rhymes Mothaf**a talk sh** like every time Pull to the side on the gangsta rhymes Time for me to go to a little homicide Enemies are going to get paralyzed Everyone is ganna e hypnotized Silencer is the one 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 I'm at the studio I carry my dagger Somebodies becomin a cadver I got the money to travel Nobody's ready to battle Silencer comin at you Silencer is ganna 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 down Blazin like a mothaf**a smoking a pound If only motherf**ers could see me now Lace up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud [califa thugs] I see other fools we know That kind of sh** dont make me none OG from the hood south of Southern clique for the playas and thugs [califa thugs] You want to rumble with us Life ain't nothin but a jungle to us Pa** the bud Thats on the real dont be f**in with us [califa thugs] A lot of muthaf**as say my beats are too slow Smoke to much indo, sound like a negro Spit the sh** the best west See fit eat dick all sont know sh** Watching me as I make a beat uuuhh Best leave cause I'm off the heat South side for those who dont know South bay palm avenue fo sho SD 1-3's for my G's on the streets Sureno thug flipin on the beat Like that dont you kind of sound good Making you wanna bounce 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 We headin out through the doot Pop pop to the Glock Warch all of them putos deop to the floor We headin to the club lookin for some bloods Cause we smokin the bud under the law Mothef**a never trip when I rack up the clip Cause I'm spittin my lyrics rough and raw Livin in the middle of a sin Mothaf**a never grin When I'm comin with the mack 10 Praw praw till your body drop Holes on both sides bustin on a cup a gin Nobody never wins when you're little rapp in Seein how I sin could of locked me in the pen Or imagen 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]