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[In Background]/

(Sancho and Maniac) Califa Thugs//

 

[Chorus]/

steady steppin' like a full Sureno thug, grey and blue//

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(Silencer) {Califa Thugs} thugged out, bald heads/

we tha baddest mothafuckas and we stay ahead/

ain't nobody never ever gonna take my name/

'cause if you do then you die, that's tha way{Califa Thugs}/

enemies will never last, put your glocks away/

I'm tha baddest mothafucka from around tha way/

I get a little when I smoke a J/

fuck a bitch and a ho like everyday {Califa Thugs}/

tha magical thug, Califa Thug/

Silencer is smokin' tha bud/

I put tha nine to tha eye, just to show there is no love/

and to any mothafucka tryin' ta take me out/

makin' money everyday, that's what I'm all about/

Silencer on a mission/

ammunition, no competition/

drop a verse to tha song wit a gangsta rhyme/

mothafuckas talk shit like every time/

pull to tha side on tha gangsta rhyme/

time for me to go and do a little homicide/

enemies are gonna get paralyzed/

everyone is gonna be hypnotized/

SIlencer is tha one that terrorized/

when you see me come around you better step aside/

S-A-N-D-I...E-G-O/

fuckin' bitches everyday I'm at tha studio/

I carry my dagger/

somone's becomin' a cadaver/

I got tha money to travel/

nobody's ready to battle/

Silencer comin' at you/

Silencer gonna snatch you/

and pass tha Marijuana, let me take another hit 'cause here I come to blast you//

 

(O.F.I.) flippin' like a mothafucka puttin' it down/

blazin' like a mothafucka smokin' a pound/

if only mothafuckas could see me now/

laced up in tha cut wit thugs bumpin' loud {Califa Thugs}/

I see other other fools we know/

that kind of shit don't make me numb/

OG from tha hood South of/

Southern Bay click for tha playas and thugs {Califa Thugs}/

you wanna rumble wit us/

life ain't nuthin' but a jungle to us/

survival on tha streets is a struggle to us/

pass tha bud, that's on tha real; don't be fuckin' wit us {Califa Thugs}/

a lot mothafuckas say my beats are too slow/

smoke too much Indo, sound like a Negro/

I'm spit tha shit/

tha best west see fit, eat a dick/

y'all don't know shit/

watchin' me as I make a beat (unh)/

best leave 'cause I'm off tha heat/

especially wit scripts like these/

nobody comin' wit this much heat/

South Side for those who don't know/

South Bay, Palm Avenue fa sho'/

SD 1-3s for my Gs on tha streets/

Sureno bangin' Thug flippin' on tha beat/

like that, don't you kind of sound good/

makes you wanna bounce, homie that would/

don't hate, go 'head speak on it/

bumpin' that cut, that's me on it//

 

(Mr. Sancho) poppin' that Timmy, trip wit dis puto when we headin' out through tha do'/

pop, pop to tha glock, ho, then watch all of dem putos drop to tha flo'/

we headin' to tha club, lookin' for some love 'cause we smokin' tha bud above tha law/

mothafucka never trip, when I rack up tha clip 'cause I'm spittin' my lyrics rough and raw/

livin' in tha middle of a sin/

mothafucka never grin/

when I'm comin' in wit tha Mack 10/

pop, pop, 'til ya body drop/

no we're never gonna stop/

bustin' in a cup of tha gin/

nobody never wins when you're little rappin'/

seein' how I've sin, could have locked me in tha Pen./

or imagine that I'm dead/

'cause I took one in tha head/

wit tha infared/

to my forehead/

now we fled/

bodies now lifeless/

never felt like this/

flash-backs of my life showin' how I acted childish//

 

[In Background]/

(Sancho and Maniac) Califa Thugs//

 

[Chorus]/

steady steppin' like a full Sureno thug, grey and blue//

{x6}//